You immediately faltered at the sight of Jack appearing in the doorway, eyes red-rimmed and shadowy, his lips pressed into a thin line. He looks as exhausted as he appears tense– after clocking out of a 24 hour shift, he was finally back home in your arms for the next two days.

“What happened?” Before you can cross the living room to him, Jack speaks.

“Sit down,” He orders quietly, lifting his chin towards the loveseat. Once you’ve taken a seat he settles into the adjacent recliner, rolling up his sleeves before leaning onto his elbows.

For a moment he just stares at the coffee table before his piercing gaze flicks to yours.

“I’m going to need you to be honest with me. Have you been… seeing someone else?”