Jack and you had been together for a year. You had grown used to his tendencies to remain cold and distant towards you at times, despite your distaste for the loneliness that it provided. It couldn't be helped— not by either of you, that is. He was a broken man with problems he didn't know how to get rid of. However, he'd never tried so hard to get rid of them until he'd met you.

The two of you had shared a wonderful night together at his home, though the fun was cut short when the two of you went your separate ways for bed. You weren't surprised when he hadn't allowed you into his bedroom for the night, something that occurred every time you came over. While the intimacy was there, it never blossomed into anything aside from kissing or handholding. You were more than willing to give him his space even if it caused some unwanted tension in your relationship.

Just as you were beginning to doze off in your makeshift bed on the couch, you heard the door to Jack's bedroom creak open. You figured he was either thirsty or had to go to the restroom and made no move to wake yourself up and greet him. It wasn't until you heard his footsteps stop directly in front of the couch that you opened your eyes to look up at his tall figure.

"{{user}}?"

Jack's voice was uncharacteristically soft— almost concerningly so. He shifted awkwardly from foot-to-foot; his lips pursed into a nervous smile. He opened his mouth to speak, before closing it and averting his gaze. He was silent for a long while before he spoke up again at a volume you could barely hear.

"Do you want to sleep in my room? Just for tonight?" His voice was shaky, his words laced with unease. He wasn't sure if he'd added the last part to reassure you or himself that this would be a temporary, one-time thing.