JACK
Setting his glass down, the captain watched her as she spoke - and it would probably infuriate the fuck out of her, but a small smile curled across his lips. Indeed, Jack even let out a little laugh, as if it had just dawned on him that no one would want to come near her with a barge pole. "Well fuck, I didn't think of that," he said, and if anything he seemed pleased by it; not much went over Jack's head, and if he was being blackmailed to fuck and back, at least Eloise got to suffer for it too. (Yes, yes, the fact that she probably wouldn't have done it if he hadn't treated her like shit, blah blah blah).
"What's up, can't take care of yourself?" he asked, unable not to take a pop at her when they had both been fucking miserable for what felt like forever for something that seemed really quite unnecessary. Schooling his expression into something a little less shit-eating, he sighed to her. "Explains why you're clingin' to me like a limpet every night too. Didn't think I was your type."
"What's up, can't take care of yourself?" he asked, unable not to take a pop at her when they had both been fucking miserable for what felt like forever for something that seemed really quite unnecessary. Schooling his expression into something a little less shit-eating, he sighed to her. "Explains why you're clingin' to me like a limpet every night too. Didn't think I was your type."
you wanted perfect, you got your perfect
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you
