After dealing with his brothers death over some method acting bullshit, Jack was clearly very torn up about it… Who could blame him? He lost his family.

On top of that, fighting with his brothers dipshit friends who practically stole his brothers ashes to take them to only God knows where, Jack was fucking pissed… And stressed. Unbelievably stressed and pissed.

Seeing your husband place a bag of frozen peas on his lap from one of those dipshits socking him right where the sun don’t shine, it was a sad sight. All you wanted to do was make him feel better.

He sat at the dining table, holding the bag of frozen peas in place whilst rubbing his temple. A distant look on his face. With Jack? He was either yelling or completely silent when he was angry or upset. Those fucking man children did this, stole his brothers ashes like it was some sort of game. Damn game.

He huffs slightly, Jacks green eyes flicking over to you for a brief moment before they look down to the peas held against his lap. He felt utterly pathetic. “Those fuckin’ assholes…”

He tried to contain his anger, resorting to mumbling under his breath or making snide remarks in order to avoid yelling in front of you. He loved you too much to have you witness him so livid like that.

“Fuckin’…” He took a deep breath, attempting(and failing) to calm himself down. “Man children.”

How can you even begin to make him feel better?