am I stitching up seams, or pulling on triggers?

JACK

"I dunno if that's a fair question to ask me," Jack says, the words entirely without vitriol, his fingers finding a loose thread in the blanket and methodically setting to unravelling it, even if it means he ends up with nothing but frayed edges in his lap. "You're the only one who can decide that, whether it's overall or day to day. All I can do is try. Try harder'n I did before, in any case." His eyes lift to her, albeit fleetingly, as if knowing all the ways they don't fit together and feeling more foolish by the second for reaching anyway.

"It's like askin' if you think you can make me happy." For all the ways Flora had bent and twisted herself in ways to settle for less when it came to Jack, there's still a lot to be said for the different ways they handle things, the different ways they need things. And there's no easy answer, however you look at it.

"I'm not tryin' to hurt you," he says - feels like he has to say it, his fingers finally stopping their fussing in the blankets. Her feelings are raw enough to chafe against his magic, to have the captain wanting instinctively to turn away from the pain of it, but he does the best he can to keep it from infecting his side of the conversation.

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

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!