A little while later, Avice emerged, opening her door only to be slightly startled by the cloth bag. She picked it up and looked at it, sighing. Of course he's the one who put it there. He cares. She went and took some, then continued. She knew it wasn't a day to clean the cannons, but being down there relaxed her, nonetheless.
She hearted, debating between two options. She shook her head, and approached him, gently placing a hand on his shoulder. "Hey..."
"No, Avice," he said, his voice gentle. "God, please don't apologize. I..." He hesitated. "I really care about you."
"I know. I know you do. You don't have to tell me." She sighed, but looked up at him. ""But I apologize anyways, because the truth sucks and I probably ruined things."
"No, you didn't ruin anything," he insisted, taking her hand and squeezing it, trying desperately to make her understand.
Her eyes widened as he took her hand. She had wanted to do this for so long... But no. Not like this. She pulled her hand away reluctantly, and crossed her arms. "It's... Is okay. I'm sorry. I'm just gonna go below deck. You can join me or just stay up here and finish the work I interrupted. Just do whatever." The words left her mouth uneasily, and she turned, leaving to go below.
He sighed and put down the rope loop. He caught up to her, tapping her shoulder affectionately. "Of course I'm coming with you," he said cheerfully.
"I'm not going to be doing anything," she said. "You might get bored. I'm just going down there to relax this time."
They descended down the stairs to go below deck, and Jack looked down at his hands. "So, I guess you're never going to drink again, huh?"
"I disagree. I ended up sharing one of my secrets with you, and unfortunately the secret was about you."
"Hm," she mumbled dryly, going over to a window and sitting next to it, looking out at the waved. She remembered when the ocean used to make her sick. "Funny."
