Lemon was different, and Jack felt it from the beginning. Unlike all of the other floozies that he had slept around with, his relationship with Lemon wasn't passionate, or sexual- no, Lemon hated that. Having sex with Liz Lemon would seem too strange for Jack. They just weren't that kind of couple.

Jack wouldn't even say they dated at all. They got together, but dating was redundant; they already knew everything about each other. Everything, even the stuff that Jack never needed to know about her, even the stuff he never needed him to know about himself. They just sort of got together. Jack never called Lemon his girlfriend, either; that sounded temporary to him. Lemon was anything but temporary. Jack planned to spend the rest of his life with her, and that was for sure. She'd already wormed her way into his mind, implanting herself deeper with every time she poked her head into his office to plague him with some dumb trouble of hers.

Some might scoff at their so-called 'relationship'. "If you two never dated, it's platonic." they'd say. But Jack knew better; he did love Lemon, he knew that. When they'd finally decided to get it over with and just get together, it had felt like something that just… was. It didn't feel new. It didn't feel exciting. If anything, it nearly put Jack to sleep. It felt relaxing, like settling into something right.

Lemon was different.

That was how he knew.