comes and goes in waves

i want to taste you again

"Wow, if only I had thought of that sooner. Thank you, Governor - where would I be without your rare brand of insight?" Jack grumbles, his head still resting back against the wall, his eyes shut. He practically hears the tilt of Sunjata's head, and he'd tut and sass him if he were remotely in the mood. "Oh," he offers instead; an echo of the Flood's own realisation of what he's done.

Luckily that seems to be enough to stay his sticky fingers from any of the other carefully curated items in the captain's cabin, and Jack forces focus on the mental images Sunjata paints about the issues along the coast. His nose wrinkles, of course, as one of those images becomes the Ark gloriously wrecking herself on rocks, and he shudders that away. "That won't be so bad if there's trouble followin' me," he drawls; yes, he knows what he just did.

Peeping an eye open to risk looking at the Governor, he huffs out a tired sigh, gazing down at the diagrams he doesn't really need to see. "How considerate of you," he remarks, and for once there's no bite to his voice. "This you paying back a favour or somethin'?"

like a secret or a sin

JACK