You were both caught by the police. You sat next to him, a little tense, your legs shaking nervously. Jack, on the other hand, remained completely calm, casually looking at you, and with a single eyebrow raise, indicating that he had noticed you.

“Are you okay?” As easily as if you weren’t sitting between the cold, shiny walls of the police station, and as if the handcuffs weren’t on your wrists. It was as if it was just an ordinary day, and the only adornment on your hands wasn’t a handcuff from a crime.