[SE] maybe then you'll get a little heated too

if you try and chase the sun you're never gonna catch it

Vesper’s shoulders stiffen, the muscle there pulling tight as a bowstring. He doesn’t turn all the way, just far enough that Jack can catch the flash of expression he’s barely restraining, the one that’s far too raw for his liking and therefore gets buried under the nearest weapon he has left; sarcasm. "Yeah," he snaps, the drawl sharpening into something colder. "That’s what bad usually means." It lands quick and clipped at the edges, the words roll off his tongue with practiced ease, a defensive strike dressed up as casual irritation. He turns back toward the duffel, shoving another shirt into it like the fabric personally offended him. 

Jack’s suggestion hangs in the cramped air for a moment, the slow offer of options, of not running quite so hard or so far, drifting in like a hand held out to someone already halfway underwater but  Vesper doesn’t reach for it. Instead he glances back over his shoulder again, blue eyes narrowing, not hostile, just exhausted behind the bravado. "What?" he mutters, brow lifting. "Like mud an' jungle an' swamp?" He scoffs under his breath, fingers closing around the zipper of the bag but not pulling it shut just yet. "Far as I can tell, there’s fuck all between the Grounds and King’s End."

And now it's turning out to be the worst of my bad habits

Code 100% taken from the queeeeeeen herself, Sky <3