trapped within an abstract from a moment of my life

JACK

"Yeah," Jack says softly, finishing the thought for her so she doesn't have to, "I know." Clearing his throat and straightening up, evidently there's some part of the captain that instinctively compartmentalises the raw hurt that lingers between them, because the confidence he shrugs back into like a well-worn coat gives none of what has taken place away. When he speaks, though, his voice is still quiet and gentle in a way it only ever has been for her, and only when things are dire.

"I ain't ever done this before, so if you hear tell of me doin' some questionable shit to cope, don't take it personal, yeah? An' if the rest of Torchline could... I dunno, not hate my guts for more'n the obvious, I'd consider it a kindness." He's not saying he won't pull his punches again if the Kaisels of the world decide to come swinging in his direction, but... well, it would be a lot nicer if they didn't darken his doorway in the first place, you know?

Letting out a long sigh and offering Flora a gentle nod - they are both alright in that respect, it seems - Jack finally retreats back to the door, finding the handle in the seam of her rain-blown mind, and opens it. "I'll see you later, then?"

no more than I was or than I want to be
when you fall on me like night, I wanna kill the lights

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!