you play the victim with your finger on the trigger

JACK

Taking a slow and considered sip of his drink, Jack is careful not to react in a way that might pour more fuel on the fire he knows he's just stoked in Vesper, doing little more than glancing across the table at him to hold his gaze. "I didn't realise she was such a deep splinter in your palm," he says, the edge of something - the cousin of apologetic - in his tone as he sets his glass back down.

But Vesper is already backtracking, blunting the edge of his words and his mood with whiskey, and Jack slouches back in his seat to consider the bar around them while his thoughts and the vast bulk of his interest remains on the demigod opposite. "It'd be messy but you could backtrack, if that's what you wanted. Try'n fix shit with her. Commit to the terrible idea."

Sure, telling her might confirm all of the monsters Vesper has made in his head about her reactions. But if it does, then he's free to leave having set that fire with nothing left unsaid, and if it doesn't... well, then it doesn't. "I ain't gonna tell you what to do - you only gotta look at my last few seasons to know one way shit like this could end. But Colt ain't Flora and you ain't me."

you are a quiet god
and your hunger is cavernous

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!