JACK
”But you aren’t fuckin’ someone. You’re seein’ someone. That’s different.” Jack sounds remarkably unhappy to say that there is one hell of a shitstorm brewing over Torchline, and Zeph’s love life is dwarfed by it. Except, not to the captain of course. When he turns back, his arms are folded petulantly across his chest, and fuck but he swears he can feel the awkwardness pouring out of Zeph.
Swearing under his breath, Jack slouches back into his seat and reaches out to smack the rest of the box of food off the barrel for good measure. Evidently it makes him feel better, because he refocuses somewhat. ”I can help deal with the Hanged Man. Anyone get killed by the panther? And what kind of plague?” He raises his eyebrows at Zeph. ”Do I need to be sailin’ again soon?”
Swearing under his breath, Jack slouches back into his seat and reaches out to smack the rest of the box of food off the barrel for good measure. Evidently it makes him feel better, because he refocuses somewhat. ”I can help deal with the Hanged Man. Anyone get killed by the panther? And what kind of plague?” He raises his eyebrows at Zeph. ”Do I need to be sailin’ again soon?”
