[ace]

[more_flexible]

He'd left the hut and just walked. He'd been 'around' in that general sense of the word. He'd been to the beach, been to the jungle, he kept getting food in the kitchen and showering and the basics. He didn't need to go all Walden Pond...he just needed to think.

He thought. He thought a lot. Who he'd been. Who he'd become. Who he really cared about. Who he neglected. It was thoughts like that that took him to Ace's place. Naturally, she wasn't there, but Jack had nothing but time, so he waited.

And waited.

And waited.

The door wasn't locked and he'd gone in and come out a few times. He could only stand it so long, though, before he figured the wrath of Ace was worth picking up...God...at least her laundry. Jack started gathering it up and putting it all in one pile. He got on his knees to dig around under her bed and to get to one stray sock, he had to pull out a box. He sort of recognized it. Hadn't he...didn't he put a dress for her in that box? He smiled a little and lifted the lid.

And promptly forgot all about the laundry.

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[pawnoffenric.livejournal.com]

Ace's shoulders were hunched, something he'd not seen in a long while. "A box like what?" She paused, trying to refold it without dumping everything.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"Stuff I don't let people see."

A broken ring. A shell. A silver caduceus. A handcarved lovespoon. A star made of seaglass. A tie. He had a set of books, too, but they were lined up on a shelf...held in place by the box.

Jack took a breath and cleared his throat as he took note of her shoulders.

"I didn't mean to pry, Ace. I was honestly going after that sock under there."

[pawnoffenric.livejournal.com]

"I... people don't get me things." She said it softly, staring down at the box. "People-"

People.

"I- I don't get things, is all. And these... these are things that people thought I'd like. And actually thought about it."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"Sort of the point of a present," he pointed out, taking a seat at the foot of her bed. "I've always been really bad at giving gifts. Mostly because I want to make someone happy. I worked on the clothes box for a couple days before I decided that was the dress. Kind of like shopping, actually. Huh...hadn't thought of it like that before..."