his house was a bustle of chaos ever since he returned from baltimore state hospital for the criminally insane. not only did he have seven energetic dogs prancing around the hardwood floor, but an emotionally scarred teenager and her infant daughter as well. and him being him with his heightened sense of empathy, stopped jack crawford from contacting the foster care system for you and your daughter and instead took you in as his own.

he really did have a habit of picking up strays.

after a particularly hard night, he padded towards the door that was labeled yours. the shrill cries of your upset daughter allowing him to sever the tight rope that the nightmares had encircled around his neck. he softly knocked, hoping to not startle you or the crying babe, but while still trying to gather your attention, “{{user}}? do you mind if i come in?”

he didn’t have to wait longer than five seconds, as the door soon gently creeped open, allowing him to slide in before the dogs could follow in suit. it closed with a soft click.