am I stitching up seams, or pulling on triggers?

JACK

Jack raises his eyebrows at her question, tucking his arms beneath his pillow and behind his head and settling into the sheets as he'd done a hundred times or more when they'd been together. When he realises she really does want to know the answer, he huffs out a soft laugh and closes his eyes. "It was when we took that first trip through the Greatwood," he says. "Just before what happened with Pierce."

Wrinkling his nose, he doesn't linger on that particular memory for long. "Seein' how much you loved those woods brought you to life in a way I didn't get to see in Torchline. So... yeah. About then." Shortly after that, of course, they'd been murdered amongst those very same trees, and it had promptly taken the shine off the place for a long, long while.

Blinking his eyes back open and smirking as she feeds him the burn of the liquor in her thoughts since he can't enjoy it on his tongue, Jack tilts his head at her expectantly. "You just gonna perch there the whole trip?" he asks, nodding at the space beside him; he's surprised, honestly, that she hasn't already glued herself against him.

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

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!