Black Sails - Silver/Flint
Silver sleeps in the Captain’s cabin now.
Nominally, for convalescence, but, well, he stays because he does.
They talk late most nights. Flint pacing the room. Silver laid out on the window-ledge.
Tonight, Flint produces some lavender, tucks it into the pillow. “Your stump stinks,” he explains, nose wrinkled. Silver stares out the window, avoiding the topic.
Flint sighs but clambers in beside him anyway. Silver is getting used to making room for him, even though officially it is Flint’s bed.
He turns to face his partner. Flint’s eyebrows are raised.
“Alright,” Silver relents, “I’ll let Howell look at it.”