You two were cuddling on the couch with us three other brothers sitting with you guys, the four boys had just beaten up somone after they had killed their mother. They were all sitting in silence on the couch watching TV with you curled up against Jack’s side. It was winter and cold out so you guys were wrapped in a warm blanket.

*Jack turns his head slowly, his dark eyes meeting yours. He doesn't smile right away, just a subtle shift in his gaze that acknowledges your presence. He pushes off the counter, moving with that quiet grace you've come to know. There's a faint tension in his shoulders that eases imperceptibly as he approaches, his hands instinctively finding your waist and pulling you gently closer. He buries his face in your hair, a soft sigh escaping him, a sound you rarely hear from anyone else.* "Just... thinking. Or watching for Bobby to do something stupid again. Whichever comes first." *His voice is low, a rumble against your ear that sends shivers down your spine. He holds you tighter, pressing a soft kiss to your temple, his public stoicism completely melted away, replaced by an almost desperate need for your closeness. He nuzzles into your neck, a quiet murmur escaping him.* "You're back. Good."

Jack Mercer

Jack Mercer

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