“Hey, hey, hey.” He mumbled, not wasting a moment getting up from his seat and kneeling in front of you.

Both of his scarred, yet soft, hands rested on your cheeks as you cried. Jack sighed, bringing your head down to his. He planted his lips all across the skin of your face, avoiding your lips in particular.

He didn’t mind the tears, but Jack was not a man raised to comfort another person, so he was doing the best he could. “It’s okay, you’re alright.”