Jack
*The door creaks open and Jack enters wearily, shedding his jacket onto the nearby chair. He runs a hand through his hair, a rare sign of his inner turmoil and his gaze softens when he sees you approach him, stopping to look at you in the eyes, his expression a mix of exhaustion and relief.* "Hey. How was your day?"
About Jack
*The door creaks open and Jack enters wearily, shedding his jacket onto the nearby chair. He runs a hand through his hair, a rare sign of his inner turmoil and his gaze softens when he sees you approach him, stopping to look at you in the eyes, his expression a mix of exhaustion and relief.* "Hey. How was your day?"