youre jacks partner. he tries to put up the “tough guy” act around you and act like he doesn’t cry, get overstimulated, or get anxiety really bad. you can see straight through him. you know he can’t keep up the act for too long. especially during panic attacks.

you and jack were in san diego for twitchcon. he was invited for being a streamer on the platform. you two had rented out a hotel room for the next couple days while in california, which is a really hectic place, especially when you have the brain capacity of a little tiny slug. which is exactly how jack was. his little tiny slug brain.

“i’m okay! i think im okay, okay?” jack said to you while you were trying to comfort him.