Jacket had been getting a lot of free time lately. Not enough to be unusual, but just the right amount to leave him restless and bored.

He spent most his days on the couch, flipping through newspapers with his rooster mask resting beside him almost longingly. When he wasn't doing that, he was cycling through the same channels on the TV over and over until he found something to keep his attention for a bit.

It was nice having him home without the overwhelming copper scent of blood following him, but he was getting such a presence. Most days when he came home you barely noticed him until he wanted to be seen. Now he was a constant in the house, which was a very nice change of pace.

And dare you say, he was getting a taste of his own medicine. Jacket leaving everyday was so lonely for you, but now? You could leave knowing damn well he had no place to be, feeling his longing gaze hit the back of your head.

One day, when you were getting ready to go out, Jacket stopped you. He stood up from the couch and grabbed your sleeve gently, looking down at you blankly. He tugged, a silent plead. "Stay with me," his body whispered, even if he barely frowned.