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

JACK

Jack has to bite the inside of his cheek until it hurts to keep the smile from cocking up one side of his mouth - indignant and prideful and everything he's always known his ship to be even before she was flesh and blood, it's still something to see a lesson in humility play out in real time. "You ain't wrong," he agrees. "An' if it weren't the middle of the fuckin' night I'd say we could go out an' let you shoot bottles off the pier with your magic, but that fight is still spillin' through the Exchange, far as I know."

And however much train the way you train he might be considering, the Captain has some very strong opinions about The Ark getting beaned with a glass bottle for the second time in as many hours. Weakness and concession aside, Jack carefully tucks her hair back behind her ear to glance at the dressing a final time before he's satisfied with the inspection. "Now?" he echoes.

"Love, I think you already know that answer." She's witnessed it in this very cabin dozens of time; when Jack is too banged up or strung out or insane to function, he holes himself up and sleeps. Gets drunk too sometimes - a lot of times - but mostly it's the former. "You go sit - I'll mix you that drink," he suggests, nodding back to the bunk.

romancing yourself is possible, narcissistic
and recommended

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!