comes and goes in waves

i want to taste you again

Of course it was today. Jack grumbles wordless agreement; the Governor's smug thoughts and the easy way he ambles around the captain's space would be enough to spark indignance and action from him if he were in the right sort of state. As it is, even lowering his mental walls enough for the thoughts to feed through hurts, and he buries his face away back in the pillows.

It's much too dangerous to close off Sunjata though, and he sees the Flood in his mind's eye, perching at the captain's desk, flicking through his work - he won't find anything of interest, unfortunately. The book he picks up is nothing more than a plain, boring logbook filled with plain, boring things that the Ark might bring into port, if that were the sort of ship it really was.

"Do you mind?" he mumbles from the safe darkness of the bed, reluctantly peeping up at the governor - enough that he'll see the glorious necklace of dark bruises, of other finger marks on his body. "Nothin' touches 'em," he mutters of the headaches, lazily watching the other man at his desk. In the corner of it, a globe is fastened there, though it doesn't really show Caido. Not the Caido most would recognise anyway.

like a secret or a sin

JACK