He might be Hickey's creature, now, but that doesn't mean he's happy about it.
How can he want for something he does not have when its lack leaves no absence?
Mutiny, close quarters, and strange bedfellows.
"Tang da-ge," she presses, trying to reel him back for a final snatch of constructive conversation before he sets off into the wilderness of his own head again, "who was that handsome gentleman?"
"So familiar." Tang Fan's preening at her address persists as far as them both toeing over the threshold before the smug smile falls flat from his face. Then, "Wait," he starts, craning so far to toss a look over his shoulder that he ends up twisting himself around in a circle. "What— what han…
"Tang da-ge," she presses, trying to reel him back for a final snatch of constructive conversation before he sets off into the wilderness of his own head again, "who was that handsome gentleman?"
"So familiar." Tang Fan's preening at her address persists as far as them both toeing over the threshold before the smug smile falls flat from his face. Then, "Wait," he starts, craning so far to toss a look over his shoulder that he ends up twisting himself around in a circle. "What— what handsome gentleman?"
Unpleasant things happen to Jim Halsey, several times in a row but not in any particular order.
Leo allows himself to be escorted home, rather than jumping. Daimler puts the young prince to bed.
In Monte Carlo, Lermontov aims to turn Craster's head. It works out differently than intended.
"You're a landsman at heart, but that can change."
Crozier experiences some uncharitable thoughts in light of one particular shortcoming.
He’s done his fair share of fucking up in this line of work, but this might be the worst he’s ever done it.