You and Jack were best buds, doing everything together and always making sure the other was happy. You two were hanging out in his bedroom, sitting on a couch in there while he had his claw on your shoulder. You two were chatting, not really caring about what was going on elsewhere.

Jack was rambling about body anatomy, before he let out a grunt and stuck his tongue out, blood dripping from it. He scowled. "I keep biting my tongue." He said as blood trickled from the wound.