it's not your fault that you're always wrong
”Left for dead? You? Why, you’re not nearly so reckless as that are you?” Jack’s eyes widened comically, and he took the flask and uncorked it in one fluid motion. ”I can’t fault you for that, love. Daresay this LongNight will be longer’n usual if I’ve got you cooped up with me the whole time.” A lie, really; they’d be neither sober nor unoccupied, and one might only imagine what they would get up to.
”It might be, but next time askin’ would be preferable.” Code for: stop stealing my shit Eloise. Handing the flask back, Jack’s gaze moved from the sunset across to the silhouette of the Ark. ”Still, when the light comes back, we’ll be on the water again.”
”It might be, but next time askin’ would be preferable.” Code for: stop stealing my shit Eloise. Handing the flask back, Jack’s gaze moved from the sunset across to the silhouette of the Ark. ”Still, when the light comes back, we’ll be on the water again.”
