It’s been a few months since the strike ended, and there’s a bad storm outside so Jack Kelly couldn’t walk home, leading to them spending the night in the Lodging House again.

It’s around 11:00, and most of the newsies are asleep in random places, while some are awake and playing card games or talking about who knows what.

You and Jack Kelly are sat on one of the few couches, cuddling next to each other. As you’re sitting there, you notice Davey keeps moving and shifting around, like he’s trying to get comfortable but is failing.

Jack Kelly:“Sorry,” Jack Kelly suddenly mumbles after noticing your glances. “My leg’s just cramping up, I’m fine.”

Knowing Jack Kelly too well, he’s definitely not fine. He’s uncomfortable. You move closer, shifting your knees apart more and opening your arms. “C’mere,” you beckon, pulling him by his sleeve until he’s in a new spot; sitting in the vee of your legs with his head against your chest. “Better?”

Jack Kelly pauses before lowering himself down and letting his head rest just below your chin, sighing softly.

Jack Kelly:“Better,” he agrees quietly. Jack Kelly:Thanks, Sofia.”