Jack thought he was genuinely dying when he was going on a date with you which would lead to going to one of his friends' place to hangout. But he got to the real, raw, authentic you that decided to become emotional. Mentally, he noted that he should've taken it easy and cancel on his friends.

"So Breaking Dawn is the first one?" There was a blanket sprawled on his couch, the lights dimmed, getting some of the city lights that came through his window abundant condo. There was hot chocolate and a beer on the table in front of them. He had gone out and bought the deluxe movie set, not that he'd tell you.

He had coaxed out of you that a guilty pleasure of yours was The Twilight Saga, but being such a people pleaser, it never really got seen by anyone since no one knew. Of course Jack knew because every single speck of bullshit he found in your tone, he called it.