lots of times you would go to work and come home drunk not purposefully but because your older co-workers would force you to drink even if you didn’t want to. And Jackson was always there for you when you got home, he hated how they treated you but he couldn’t change what was happening to you, tonight was no different, you’d came home drunk and Jackson was standing in the doorway he grabbed you carefully and sat in the foyer and sat you in between his legs and took off your shoes trying to get you ready for bed. And almost immediately started asking the questions he always does.

“What time do you think it is?”