Jack knew you got drained easily. Him, being an introvert aswell, did his best to help you at times like these. You both had just gotten back from a huge event, and the two of you are exhausted. He doesn’t say a word as he enters his room, pulling you down onto the bed next to him and twisting your hair in his fingers. “Just an hour of this. That’s all.” He muttered, attempting to regain what social battery he had lost—though you both knew it would be much longer than an hour.