Pirates! (One-on-One)

He was quiet for a moment and when he spoke, his words were thoughtful.

"If you had a broken leg," he began, "I wouldn't want you working."

 

He squinted at her, stepping back slightly.

"You're not being dramatic. This is something you're feeling."

 

"Of course it's not. But it is affecting you." He crossed his arms, watching her sternly. "I don't want you working."

 

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Finally, he put his hand down and met her gaze.

"I know you can," he said, a little more gentle. "But I don't think work is the best thing for you right now. You can skip a day."

 

"Of course," he said, kissing her forehead. "Thank you."

 

"Hey..." he began, squeezing her hand. "I really love you."

 

He watched her for a moment with a small smile before letting go of her hand, pulling away.

"I'll see you," he said quietly. "Get some rest."

 

He gave her a small smile before walking away, his hands in his pockets.

 

(Zoop?)

There came a knock on her door about an hour later, quiet but clear.

 

Jack opened the door, his curly hair messy and his eyes eager.