choking on the things I won't say

JACK

see me falling
yeah, down and lonely

Sunjata isn't the only one laughing, the captain scoffing and shaking his head as the governor pulls away, slouching back into the recently vacated seat in front of the desk. "A drink?" Jack repeats, raising his eyebrows at the other man as if trying to understand his reasoning. From muddled consideration to thorny indecision, there's very little for the smuggler to go on, with telepathy or otherwise. So he accepts the drink, sipping at the whiskey and enjoying the burn of it deep in his throat, looking for all the world a governor himself as he sits before the papers and plans.

"You'd be better off with that shower," he recommends with a cheeky sort of grin, tipping the glass in the Flood's direction as if to cheers him before taking another drink. "Granted, I ain't sure the Hanged Man is gonna be any more your taste than I am. It's all Torchline."

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