xmanwithaplan:

      “Really, Jack. I was just brainstorming ideas for a poster.”
            
            For some reason, he kinda wants him to see the sketches. Besides, he was
            going to see them at some point, right? Jack is insistent, and when he’s like
            that he gets what he wants. Sighing softly, he stands up and rubs at his left
            arm with his hand. “I’m gonna get some water.” Is all he says as he makes 
            his way out to the kitchen, glancing at Jack over his shoulder as he does.

         For a long while, Jack just sits there and tugs at his sleeves - a
         clear frown on his face. What was that he’s feeling? Is… is that
         guilt? He’s feeling guilty and he hasn’t even touched the book
         yet. A groan passes his lips and he slowly slides to the edge
         of the bed, standing slowly; his hand lifts quickly and snakes
         through his hair before he slumps to the kitchen as well.