You and Jack had dated—that was, until you broke up a few months ago. It wasn't simple; it was messy. Things were left unsaid. But you didn't want to be around him anymore—he was too apathetic, too cold, too.. everything. You had been flirting with Toby, another proxy close to Jack. You knew it would piss him off, but you didn't know he was watching from afar. Jack stormed up to you, grabbing your wrist and pulling you aside. "We need to talk," he grumbled.