Log of the HIMA Tesla
Tuesday, February 23
Afternoon Watch: Three Bells
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“Do you have a minute to spare me?” Jack looked up from where he was examining a recalcitrant valve on one of the boilers. His eyes regarded me warily. “That depends. Are you going to tell me you fond me again, or is there some other form of fresh hell you wish to inflict upon me?”
I bit back the smile that seemed to be arising more and more often when I was around Jack. It wasn’t easy keeping a placid countenance around him when he was in full possession of what he thought of as his wholly righteous ire, but the man had brought this upon himself. The nerve of him telling me in one breath that he loved me, and the next that he fully expected it wouldn’t last.
“I hadn’t planned on saying that at this exac
