it's not your fault that you're always wrong
"Then don't be such a terrible nurse," Jack quipped in return; for someone in a comparatively bad way, he clearly could not stop himself. Still, any fuss made of him was unexpected, and as a man only used to being touched if it was to fight or to fuck, he did not know quite how to react under Eloise's ministrations. So, in pain as he was, Jack opted to be quiet and compliant (probably for the best). He hummed a note of I-clearly-do-not-believe-you in response to her remarks about trouble, the captain gleaning more than she perhaps would have wanted from her resulting thoughts.
"What a terrible platitude," he muttered. "It isn't anythin' you don't make it." But she obviously didn't want to discuss it any further, and so they wouldn't. But that didn't mean Jack forgot one iota of the trouble she was in.
"What a terrible platitude," he muttered. "It isn't anythin' you don't make it." But she obviously didn't want to discuss it any further, and so they wouldn't. But that didn't mean Jack forgot one iota of the trouble she was in.
