#Harding bless his heart just stoically push a weekend pass to the Majors n went right back to his paperwork n cigar

[getinthefuckingjaeger]

The solution to this is clear as day - which is why Jack sent a hail Mary, pulled all the charms he's got left in him after months with his favourite degenerates, and got to work with Egan. He's leaning heavily on Egan's thing for authority, firm hands, quiet words, and subtle praises.

He's also sweating through his uniform every time he plays the game in the officer's club or pubs because he can feel the weight of a razor-sharp stare on his back. Lord have mercy he feels like being flayed when he runs a firm hand from shoulder to waist when he walks Egan over to the bar. But one glance in the corner where Biddick is holding court with the RAFs, a hand discreetly pointing at Egan, Jack knows this is for the greater good. Hard to explain to their host country how and why an entire squadron of their pilots suffer psychological trauma after one conversation with one of their distinguished Majors.

Now Jack isn't egotistical or anything the like, but he knows that out of all these idiots (multiple nationalities alike), he's the one with the best chance to get under Clevens skin because he's the only one who can get Egan to lean into his shoulders like a sweet dame with his hand on the small of Egan's back.

So. Until Cleven unclenches his ass and his jaw and do something about it, Jack is gonna keep taking one for the team and woo the shit out of John Clarence Egan because he can't keep losing replacements to Cleven's petty revenge. Or risk Biddick's murder because he needs all the experienced airmen he can get.

curt convincing everyone to playfully flirt with bucky and buck silently losing his goddamn mind