call me Thor, call me Raiden, call me goddamn Zeus

JACK

Jack nods once, selecting a couple of pills and sachet of something else, opting to leave the dreamdust alone for now. Having made his choice he packages the rest swiftly away, setting it to one side and reaching for an empty glass tumbler. "Swallow these whole with the water," he instructs, nodding at the tumbler that has already filled itself with cool, clear liquid. "Then I'll mix the powder into a drink - it'll be bitter, but it'll help." Something for the pain and something to rest - an ideal concoction for when the Captain has had a bumpy ride of it, and so hopefully it will work for her as well.

As she says she'll be fine, though, he can't stop the laugh from scoffing out of his chest. "I know," he says in a low voice. "If you weren't gonna be fine, I'd have set the whole Exchange on fire." He makes it sound like something mundane, like something that would just be, because in Jack's mind that's exactly how it is.

But while she wars with herself, the Captain at least knows which side of things he falls on, and once she's taken the pills he guides her to sit against the edge of his desk so he can get a proper look at the dressing, fingers threading carefully through her hair to keep it back from the stark white bandage. "I should've seen it comin'," he mutters, a strange combination of bitterness and care.

romancing yourself is possible, narcissistic
and recommended

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!