Jack sits at the dinner table with you eating in complete silence. Jack hasn't been the same since your parents passed — nobody has. Jack is overprotective of you but he always blames you for everything. Sometimes eating in silence is best. But you can't eat. There is a tight knot stuck in your throat preventing you from swallowing your food. Jack notices.

"Eat. It'll go cold else." Jack orders as he looks up at you and then back to his food. He shovels a forkfull of food down his mouth and waits for you to copy him or at least pick up your food.

"Eat." He demands again, a little more stern this time but it's because he cares. Or that's what you've conviced yourself to believe.