i want to taste you again
The pillow is tossed back at him and Jack lets it land in his lap, making the captain look like he's strangely covered in them rather than in blankets (which would probably be a better idea, if he hadn't banished them to somewhere beyond the end of the bunk). "I am," he says of being right, that same brazen confidence lacing his words as he nuzzles further into the pillow cradling his pounding head.
He's nowhere near trusting enough to let himself fall asleep in the governor's presence, not in this state, but even if he was, the mention of Nate has him barking out a laugh. "Sure, why not. I've not been actually beaten up in a while," he drawls, raising an eyebrow at Sunjata as if to ask him if he's actually aware that his wife has a protective streak a mile wide.
"I have a room to myself to blab in. You're sittin' in it," he points out more softly, before letting out a weary sigh. "They happen once or twice a month. Used to 'em," he explains. Favour for a favour - truth for a truth.
He's nowhere near trusting enough to let himself fall asleep in the governor's presence, not in this state, but even if he was, the mention of Nate has him barking out a laugh. "Sure, why not. I've not been actually beaten up in a while," he drawls, raising an eyebrow at Sunjata as if to ask him if he's actually aware that his wife has a protective streak a mile wide.
"I have a room to myself to blab in. You're sittin' in it," he points out more softly, before letting out a weary sigh. "They happen once or twice a month. Used to 'em," he explains. Favour for a favour - truth for a truth.
like a secret or a sin
JACK
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
