the person that you'd take a bullet for is behind the trigger

JACK

It's a strange moment, for them to share such open and easy humour with one another - the type of moment that was rare even when they'd been properly together, and Jack finds himself wishing they'd had more of them. Flora's thoughts are a delight when they are like this, and the captain would be content to walk the dappled gardens of her mind indefinitely. "A fair comment, but it still wouldn't be a shoe," he tells her, a little stubbornly, though in reality something like this would have almost cemented it into truth for the future.

As for the blossoms, Jack clears his throat and pointedly doesn't look at the carpet of flowers that have apparently appeared over the past few moments. "Those were like that when we got here," he tells her smoothly, the lie a blatant one, but given that she still hasn't slipped the ring back on her finger, who's to know, Flora?

"And so long as the good things aren't wrapped up in a backhand, I'll survive," he concedes, brushing the moss and loose dirt from his knee where he'd leant down before her. Really good loses its charm somewhat when it's followed with but he's still an asshole, after all.

Scoffing - and falling quietly still as her hand reaches for him, Jack quietly allowing the same fuss he'd just given out - he tilts his head ever so slightly down towards her. "You just said Bassian can never find out about this," he reminds her, waiting until she's finished before reaching out to gently slap her backside to get her to move. "Go on, go find your ghost. There'll be enough drama with you leavin' alone."

fight so dirty but you love so sweet
talk so pretty but your heart got teeth

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!