Hi! I'm not sorry this took so long. I actually felt like this would be a good Chapter break. I really wanted this section to be apart of the last Chapter...but I hadn't thought of it. Thank you for voting The-Good-Witch-of-Babble, you have decided Jack's fate. I have had serious writers block lately. Mostly because I have already thought of how I want to end it. So..with that being said:
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After a few calls to figure out exactly where Jack could park, he pulled up along the street not far from Aster's loft. As he walked towards Aster's building he saw him standing on the sidewalk waiting for him. He waved meekly and picked up his pace.
When he reached Aster, he wrapped his arms tightly around him, searching for a comforting touch. Aster returned the embrace, and lead Jack into the building with an arm around him. Aster lifted the gate to loft and walked Jack to the couch.
They laid on the couch together in silence, Aster waited for Jack to speak first. After a few hours of waiting Aster shifted to look to his phone. Seeing that it was quarter past ten at night he sighed noticing Jack had fallen asleep. Guess we'll see if he wants to talk about it tomorrow.
He crawled over Jack who groaned at the shift of weight on the couch. Aster scooped Jack up into his arms and started to walk towards his bedroom. He looked down at the sound sleeper in his arms and smiled at how adorable Jack looked asleep.
He laid Jack down on his bed and moved the blankets so he could cover Jack up for the night. As he tucked Jack in to bed he debated whether or not to sleep with him. He looked longingly at the space next to Jack for a moment before he decided that it might be better if he slept on the couch for the night.
Jack awoke snuggled up in a heavy blanket. He took a deep breath, smelling his surroundings. He smirked when he noticed that it smelt like spring rain. There was another scent he couldn't quite place. He threw the blanket off feeling more awake than when he normally first wakes up. He rolled to the side and let out a slight yelp as he fell off the bed.
Barely catching himself he stood abruptly acting as if he was public hoping no one else saw that happen. He glanced around the room, finding paintings dimly lit up by the sunlight that filtered in from behind the curtains.
He walked to the nearest window and pulled the curtain open. He winced as the bright light blinded him. He turned quickly and looked into the room instead of directly at the light. The walls were filled with paintings from floor to ceiling. Each one varied in size, but fit together perfectly. As he walked up to the far wall and inspected the paintings he noticed a a plethora of minute details that interlinked each one to the ones surrounding it.
He heard a door open and spun on his heel to see what it was. He smiled brightly at the man that was leaning up against the door frame.
"'Ey, mate. How'd ya sleep?" Aster questioned.
Jack shrugged his shoulders, "Not bad…really good actually."
Aster nodded, "Glad ya like mah bed."
Jack smirked, "I did wake up a bit lonely though."
Aster shook his head with a smile, "Just wanted ya comfortable."
Jack walked over to Aster, "Well, thank you, Aster."
Aster stepped out of the doorway and into the living area with Jack in tow. He walked into the kitchen and turned to Jack across from the island.
"Whattya wanna eat?" He asked as he gestured around to his kitchen.
Jack hummed for a bit, "Bacon and eggs and toast."
Aster started rummaging through his fridge, "Lemme see what I got here." He shoved a few things out of the way, "I have eggs…" He trailed off as he looked for the bacon.
"Aster, if you don't have bacon that's fine." Jack said softly.
"Nah, I got half a pound here!" Aster said triumphantly.
Jack smiled happily as Aster set to cooking all the food.
The two talked about how Jack's work had been going, how much more Aster had left to do on his three paintings. Eventually the conversation led to how either one of them felt about having kids. Jack dodged around the question, which hadn't gone unnoticed by Aster. When Aster saw that Jack had finished his plate of food he took both his and Jack's dishes and put them in the sink.
Jack followed him into the kitchen and leaned against the island watching as Aster walk about the kitchen collecting the few pans he used to cook. After Aster had put all the dishes into the sink he leaned up against the island across from Jack. Their faces were mere inches apart when Aster leaned away slightly as he prepared himself to ask Jack something important.
"So, Jack, ya gonna talk 'bout what happened?" Aster asked with an eyebrow raised.
Jack looked away, "Not right now."
Aster walked around the island and wrapped his arms around Jack before speaking, "I'm always here for ya, Jack. Ya know that right?"
Jack hummed, "I know. I just don't know how to word…exactly what's happening."
Aster turned Jack around his arms to look at him directly, "Then be blunt."
Jack was silent for a few minutes as he avoided eye contact and thought. He sighed in defeat, and gestured for Aster sit down on the couch.
As they both sat down on the couch Jack held Aster's hand. Jack took in a deep breath and began to tell Aster his story.