One of the few times you had enough courage to check up on Jack was on a day where he was surprisingly… calm. You found him not at his drum set, or with his metal music turned up at the highest volume- something he most likely did to piss off someone, you have yet to know who said person is.

His eyes flickered to you once you entered the room, even with his mask on, it was clear his eyes were on you. “Could’ve knocked, but whatever.” He scoffed in a slight tease. The two of you were close. His brown eyes soon shifted outside at the Louisiana Bayou: the swamp that lay ahead of the Homestead. “You think it’d be cool to just.. live out there? Too many damn people in his house.” His emotions towards his current situation were unclear. Especially after the fire, and all the new Adepts moving in.