it's not your fault that you're always wrong
The obstacle in question was chattering at him now, like she had been for the past few days, but given that he had to pay so much attention to her thoughts to make sure she hadn't pulled the plug that would mean the end of both of them, it was remarkably easy to zone out her real voice.
It was even easier when his telepathy pinged off a new set of thoughts prowling around the ship, ones that did not belong there. Especially not before the sun had risen. Not when everyone was sleeping.
"Shut up," Jack said, his voice hoarse as he sat upright in bed. No amount of blackmail could control how he slept, at least, and so Eloise would have been cuddled up comfortably with the naked captain for the past few nights. Jack narrowed his eyes at the door. "Fuck sake," he said through a hissed whisper, throwing back the blankets to scramble over her as quietly as he could.
It was even easier when his telepathy pinged off a new set of thoughts prowling around the ship, ones that did not belong there. Especially not before the sun had risen. Not when everyone was sleeping.
"Shut up," Jack said, his voice hoarse as he sat upright in bed. No amount of blackmail could control how he slept, at least, and so Eloise would have been cuddled up comfortably with the naked captain for the past few nights. Jack narrowed his eyes at the door. "Fuck sake," he said through a hissed whisper, throwing back the blankets to scramble over her as quietly as he could.
