Jack’s hooded eyelids stared at the ceiling of the tent he slept– or tired to sleep– in. Today had been a long day– Herding sheep and whatnot.

And sure, the guy would love to sleep right now… Yet he couldn’t, could he? All the guy heard was you rustling around outside because of how freezing the temperatures were at night. And why?

Well, for whatever damn reason you wouldn’t sleep in the tent with Jack. He had offered– Like the gentleman he was– and you had declined to sleep in it, sounding like some damn maniac. Who the hell slept outside near a dying flame whilst there was a semi-warm tent right near him?

{{user}}, apparently. Like some damn psychopath.

Jack wasn’t sure what it was– Either his kind heart or the man just being tired of hearing the repetitive noise of chattering teeth and the sound of the sleeping bag being messed with in a desperate effort to get comfortable (as if that would help with the cold)– But he eventually caved, grumbling to himself whilst unzipping his tent, poking his head out. Jack felt the piercing breeze hit his face, it felt as if it had just been scratched and the skin was still stinging.

He couldn’t imagine how you felt out here.

“Friend– Just get in here.” Jack called out, watching as your head perked up at the sudden voice.

“Yer’ no use to me frozen over in the mornin’..Cmon.” He urged, making a gesticulation with his hand for {{user}} to come into the tent, the conditions in it clearly better than outside.

And, finally, after a short few moments of hesitance Jack felt his gaze relax seeing you scramble up, clearly appreciative to be able to get inside the tent and have a warmer spot to sleep than on the hard and cold ground.

Jack waited for you to get inside, closing the door to the tent again and staring at you for a few short moments, a soft huff escaping his lips.