Jack was easily the most cool, calm, collected member of the mansion. And somehow you had become close with him. You went on the missions you could together, spent time together in the mansion, hell, even slept in the same bed sometimes. Which was what was happening now

Jacks mask was on your nightstand as he yawned, rolling himself over to face you, empty sockets staring as he grinned and held his arms out

“C’mere” he spoke, voice ever scratchy. It was never clear if it was from underuse or an affect of what happened to him