i look fly, i look good

JACK

Fine in that particular tone is already more than enough to have Jack remembering an entire rainbow of prior arguments, though the woman he'd pissed off back then had been a lot more blonde. Regardless it's enough to have something uncomfortable burning in the back of his throat, and with his jaw set and his hands still shoved in his pockets, he follows after her.

Wind stirs the tips of his hair and has his shirt lifting at the hem, but Jack (perhaps wisely) keeps his head down as they head for the dock where The Ark is at anchor. The majority of the crew are out on shore leave, but of course the dark eyed first mate has nowhere else he'd rather be, and so Murphy is the first one to glance up where he's swabbing the deck to greet them - well, her - as she marches up the gangplank.

Jack almost doesn't follow, in truth - he almost turns on heel and takes the familiar road up to the House of Midnight, but in the end his sullen footsteps carry him aboard, taking him smartly across the deck where he can hole up in his cabin for however long it takes for the heat in his blood to cool off.

you're the last of a dying breed; write our names in the wet concrete
I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me

Code stolen from Queen Sky