Chapter eleven: Questionable thoughts
Jeff hadn't seen Jack in hours.
This was officially the worst day in Jeff's life, he decided. Of course there was also that time a police officer had shone a flashlight in Jeff's eyes, and then once a cat caught him off guard when he was trying to kill someone, and-
Okay, this worst was a little worse than those worsts, Jeff admitted to himself doubtfully. It was the worst of the worst.
Jack doesn't go missing. If Jack ever leaves, he repeats the fact that he's leaving about ten times. That wasn't even an exaggeration, and Jeff exaggerated things a lot.
Jack acted like if he left Jeff would do something terrible or cry about it, and was all gentle when telling him he was going somewhere.
It wasn't like Jeff couldn't live without Jack. It wasn't like that, it just felt a little lonely in a big house all by yourself.
Jeff had never felt lonely before.
He decided feeling lonely was the most idiotic thing he'd ever experienced. It was a little... painful?
He could live without Jack, right?
Who cared if he could or couldn't, though.
Jeff just wanted his Jack back.
Jack opened the back door quietly, a weary expression on his face and a weary feeling in his body to match. He made sure to shut the door carefully, trying not to think about how uncomfortable a door that didn't lock made him feel, and walked through the kitchen and into the front hallway.
Jack's mouth opened, and he gasped when he saw Jeff.
Jeff was asleep. In the hallway.
Well, Jack thought as he closed his mouth and slowly crouched down next to Jeff, examining the other. Hell if that isn't the cutest thing I've ever seen.
Even if it was a murderer. With his face sliced open. And it wasn't like he could close his eyes either, so that must look really damn weird.
But his hair had fallen all over his face and he was all huddled up against the wall, arms around his legs. Jack could even hear him breathing, and it was soft. Not like his scratchy, growly voice was normally.
Jack covered his mouth, biting his lip and giggling a little bit at the strangeness of it all.
He reached over to touch Jeff's hair on impulse. It felt a little strange, but Jack didn't mind. Like how he felt with a lot of things involving Jeff. A little strange, but he didn't mind. Even when they were more than just a little strange.
What was he doing, anyway, petting him? Oh well, he just felt... a need to. It wasn't like Jeff was awake, anyway, so nobody had to know.
Oh Jack, Jack thought to himself, shaking his head. You are acting so strange right now.
Jack grinned and chuckled again. And somehow, he answered himself. I don't care a bit.
If anything could cheer a person up after murdering someone, it was definitely having questionable thoughts about your only friend.