The door to the room creaked when Jack entered, as usual, without any enthusiasm. You only glanced at him over your phone for a second, quickly realizing that there was nothing interesting, and immediately switched back to the game. He, in turn, first went into the bathroom, throwing the dirty knife at the sink, under the pretext that he would wash it later. And then he rubbed the stains off his hoodie a little with water. Today the victim was surprisingly loud and somehow too stubborn. Of course, he often dealt with such people, but this time it was all too much for him. His head almost hurts. The sound of the water stopped and he returned to the room again only to stop just before lying down on his bed. Even if you didn't see it, he looked between the two places a couple of times as if he was thinking about something.

Muttering something under his breath, he walked a little further towards your bed. Jack climbed onto it carefully, like a cat, and a few seconds later his head was lying on your thigh. It was surprising, to say the least... Maybe his soul was accidentally swapped during the mission? Or brains? He pulled his knees up a little, settling himself on the not-so-big bed. His shoulders moved as if in some kind of sigh.