choking on the things I won't say

JACK

see me falling
yeah, down and lonely

Jack is hardly the type to talk about healthy and content coping mechanisms, and he snorts into the glass as he knocks back the rest of the drink. Setting the glass down, he clicks his tongue at Seven and the feline leaps down from Sunjata's lap, prowling away to inspect the rest of the house. "Bye," she tells the two of them. If she finds anything untoward, the captain will know about it, rest assured.

"Mm, I thought you'd be all about bendin' yourself into interestin' positions." He grins, on the move again already, back to the window to narrow his eyes outside. "If you don't mind my sayin' so, your copin' mechanisms are shit." Barking out a laugh, Jack turns to face Sunjata. "Nothin' wrong with 'em by any means, but it's only copin' if you actually look like it's workin'."

Looking Sunjata up and down - it is not working, evidently. "If it's just Ludo's shitfuckery, what's your problem? Ain't like a memory can hurt you. You're better'n that, Governor."

are the angels on their way?
i’m in the dirt