"Yes!" Jack let out a celebratory wail as his tool-bot floated in front of him. The bot took the screwdriver in Jack's hand and placed it in one of the many slots inside of it. "I fixed it! Finally!"

"I'm surprised it took you this long." Chase said from the wall he was leaning against.

"He got the worst of it since he was right next to it when it exploded. All the other machines I could easily get done by dinner, no problem." Jack said with high excitement, watching the robot fly around the room and gather all of his tools. "Speaking of food, I'm gonna get me a snack before continuing." The young genius went over to a fridge that sat at the very end of his lab. He pulled out two pudding cups and grabbed two plastic spoons from a box that sat next to the fridge. Chase let out a questioning hum when Jack walked back over to him and held one of the puddings and spoons towards him. "It's pudding, I figured I offer you some while I was getting myself some." Jack explained. Chase stared at the offering for a while. "Come on, it's not gonna kill you."

"Fine." Chase took the pudding and spoon, hearing the table that he was next to squeak a little as Jack hopped on top of it.

"I usually don't share my pudding cups, but I was raised to have at least some manners." Jack stated, peeling off the plastic covering and licking off the pudding that had stuck to it. Chase removed the covering as well but didn't lick it like Jack did and sat it down on the small area of table that was between him and Jack.

"What kind is this?" Chase asked, giving the treat a sniff.

"Banana, my favorite." Jack answered, putting a large spoonful of pudding into his mouth. Chase scooped out a small amount of the pudding out and gave it an experimental taste.

"Not bad." Chase admitted, eating another small spoonful. "I just realized something, Spicer." He said a moment later.

"What?" Jack asked.

"The other day, I explained my entire family, parents, grandparents, sibling and I only got information about your grandmother." Chase stated.

"Yeah, and?"

"It doesn't seem fair that you know more about my family than I do of yours and I do not like the fact you know more about me than I do of you, it gives you an advantage." Jack was going to ask what kind of an advantage he could possibly have by knowing that Chase was close to his grandfather, didn't really know his parents and had a brother he doesn't want to talk about? It's not like he had anyone to blab to and no one would probably be asking him anytime soon about Chase's family. But he just shrugged and spoke.

"I can tell you more about my family if you want, there's not much else to tell, though." Jack said.

"Go ahead, I will not allow up to be on unequal grounds with information."

"Alright. It's pretty obvious that me and my parents aren't close and I won't go into detail about that like you wouldn't about your brother. My grandfather died before I was even conceived. I don't have any siblings, but I do have a cousin that I was close to."

"Was?"

"She died, cancer." Jack had finished his pudding and was now holding the empty cup in his hand. "She was diagnosed with it when she was ten, the doctors said she would have only lived six months, but it made it for six years. She lost her hair at eleven and refused to wear wigs, but she'd always wear headbands with large bows or really fancy hats, her accessories were almost as loud as she was." Jack laughed.

"What was her name?"

"Jacklyn or Jackie." Jack noticed the look Chase was giving him. "Me and Jackie were born on the same day and our parents were really good friends back then and decided to name their children the same, to a degree. So, me and Jackie were 'Jack-attack' whenever we were together, which was very often until she...yeah. Worst thing is she died on her birthday." Chase noticed that Jack's voice had cracked. "Our birthday is April first, can you believe it? Isn't that just fucking ironic, like April fools, your best friend died on her sweet sixteen." Jack was now crying as she spoke. "I thought it was a joke when they first told me. I thought they were just being mean and trying to get me to cry or something, but when..." Jack wiped an eye with the back of his hand, smearing his eyeliner a little. "When I saw her later that day, I knew she was gone. They took off her hat, they cleaned her face off all her makeup and she wasn't smiling anymore. Jack-attack died when she did."

Chase just stood there while Jack cried, not really knowing what to do for once. He saw Raja, Niso and Nani come into the lab a moment later, ears perking up when they heard Jack sobbing. The three felines went over to the young man, Nani and Niso sitting at his feet while Raja jumped on top of the table with Jack. Niso and Nani rubbed their faces against Jack's legs while Raja put his head in Jack's lap, letting out a loud purr in attempt to calm him. Chase was slightly shocked by what was happening, he's never seen his warriors act this way towards any human. Ever. Jack smiled when he saw the warriors and petted Raja's head, thanking the panther as he already stopped crying. Chase raised his brows, was that really all it took to make Jack stop his crying? Usually, it'd take ten death threats and actually tossing the boy across the room to convince him to stop his wailing.

The warlord gave himself a mental note for the next time Jack starts one of his crying sprees to just summon those three warriors. They seem to have finally accepted Jack and Jack was very close to the warriors as well. Raja, Niso, and Nani were very well at taking care of the home, they did the cleaning and the cooking most of the time. Of course, they'd go out on hunting trips when ordered, but maybe Chase would assign then to stay in the lair at all times. Jack could easily just use them whenever Chase did not feel like dealing with the younger man. The three, along with another warrior were given the task of hunting for tonight's meal. Chase decided that after tonight, he would designate them as Jack's babysitters and caretakers until he was out of his lair. Raja would probably be the one doing the most work since Jack seemed most attached to the panther that had supposedly tried to eat him almost two weeks ago.

Two weeks? Has it really been two weeks since that day? And those drawing lessons started about two weeks before that. Has it really been a whole month of just him and Jack? How was that possible? How have they been together almost every single day for the whole day for a whole month and Jack hadn't irritated him to the point of homicide? Were those drawing lessons really helping the younger man behave better? Jack didn't seem any different, personality wise. Sure, he was a little calmer with his over-idolization of the warlord, but he obviously still admired him immensely and would slip back into old habits very often and had to be glared at the calm down. But, other than that, they were almost friendly towards each other.

Chase looked at the pudding cup in his hand, now empty from him eating while in thought. Him and Jack, friends? Chase shook his head and tossed the cup onto the table. Never. They could never be friends or anything else. He was just a mortal and a naive child, he'd eventually leave him like everyone else does. Jack would soon grow tired of him and move on with his life when he realizes how much of his life we wasted with the warlord, like everyone else he's ever allowed any form of attachment had. He'd grow out of his immaturity and abandon him. Just like everyone else.