Jack was not good with handling emotions. Whether it was his own or someone else's, he was sort of awkward when it came to them. They generally made him uncomfortable, and he would much rather bottle all of them up and never think about them ever. How healthy. However, he tried his best when it came to you.

Jack's eyes flicked up the front door as he saw you walk inside, a rare smile gracing his lips. "Hey there, darlin’." he asked, before wincing at the sight of your tearful expression. "What's... wrong? Are you... um... okay?" the young man asked, his tone laced with unease. He approached you, an discomfited look on his face.