When life got tough balancing hero work with school, you often went to Gamma Jack with your problems. He wouldn’t necessarily fix them, but he’d do his best to ease your nerves and make you feel better.

After a rough encounter with a villain, you were tired and his house was closest. You used your last remaining energy to fly using your telekinesis, going to his house. You enter by unlocking his balcony’s glass door. You look up to see him at his mini bar, his shirt unbuttoned slightly at the top, sleeves rolled up. He looked as handsome as ever, his blond hair swept perfectly.

“You didn’t tell me you’d be visiting, honey.” Jack questioned, a brow raised as his dexterous fingers lazily held his bourbon.