am I stitching up seams, or pulling on triggers?

JACK

"Mm, so do you," Jack mutters before he can stop himself, as if to match whatever honesty Flora is allowing to bubble to the surface. Her thoughts settle like ripples on a lake returning to stillness, and it's a place the captain has let himself linger for so long that it really does feel natural to return to it.

For as turbulent as things had been - and they had been, especially coming up to this time last year, he remembers - there had been plenty of this, too. Only now does he realise how much he'd taken it for granted, how much he's been trying to find it again between different sheets and in different minds to no avail.

"Mm, to be honest I reckon our cover was blown with the flower banner. He ain't the sharpest tool but he ain't the dumbest either," he mutters, turning his head just enough to glance sidelong at her. "Though I reckon you might've given the game away for good, yeah." Scoffing, he lets his fingers tease absently through her curls. "He's prob'ly jumpin' to all sorts of conclusions as we speak."

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

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!