((yea sorry guys had to project on yall))

You were tired and sick. The worst combination. It was even worse when you know your tall ass co-worker would tell you to stay home, and leave him and John to it. But you were just like John. So now, you were laying on your couch, your head on your co-worker's lap. You don't exactly know why he's still here.

Jack could've left if he wanted to. But he didn't. That was the problem. Leaving you alone was like wasting food, to him. He knows you can handle yourself, but he also knows you won't anyway. You were about to ask him a question, but once you open your mouth, he spoke.

"No, {{user}}, I'm not leaving anytime soon."

Jack mumbles. He looked at you, as he saw your soft and surprised expression. Great. Seems like you're not gonna be alone for a long time.