dazing in the dark

JACK

"Lucky guess," Jack drawls, grinning and accepting the coat she shrugs out of as though it's a dance they're both performing. He slings both of their garments onto a hook against the wall, tugging off his gloves to stuff them in a pocket as well. The amusement lingers on his face as he heads for the desk where she's sitting, the Captain perching on the edge of it and reaching out a hand ready for when she's done rolling her cigarette. The teardrop flame that sits suspended above his fingertips is only small, innocuous and contained, but it adds to the warmth building in the room all the same.

His brow furrows, though, at the prospect of repairs, Jack humming quiet agreement; it isn't the first time and it won't be the last, but with the lady herself here to comment on it now it feels all the more personal, like an oversight on his part. He isn't a fan of oversights.

"Maybe this time next year we'll spend Longnight in the Spillwave," he suggests with a raise of an eyebrow. If their runs up and down from Hak Etme prove profitable, he can't see why they wouldn't protect her from the snow and ice. "Or Torchline," he adds, head tilting a fraction as if to test those waters too. "I know you prefer her waves to anywhere else."

no more than I was or than I want to be
when you fall on me like night, I wanna kill the lights

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!