JACK
Even Jack couldn't really say what on earth he had been talking about, at least until the point where he started to hear Eloise again. Realisation dawned on him, and if she hadn't looked just as perplexed (or sounded as irate and tense as her thoughts betrayed) he might have thought she'd done it on purpose to piss him off. "You've picked up a nasty little trick there, blockin' me out," he remarked, slowly stepping towards her again. "And I don't like it. Do me a favour and keep it switched off if you can, unless you want to stay frustrated to all fuck."
So far so good, Jack moving cautiously into the range of whatever she had been projecting, wondering whether it had been precisely because he had been in her head so much that he'd enabled the flourishing of this new magic. "I ain't used or tricked you, keep your fuckin' hair on," he said. "You surprised me, that a crime?"
So far so good, Jack moving cautiously into the range of whatever she had been projecting, wondering whether it had been precisely because he had been in her head so much that he'd enabled the flourishing of this new magic. "I ain't used or tricked you, keep your fuckin' hair on," he said. "You surprised me, that a crime?"
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
