Empty, her room was empty, she wasn’t in any of the kitchens, nor the bathrooms. Four missed calls from “Jack Attack”, she hadn’t responded to his texts asking what was up and she was nowhere to be-
“....Jack?” He stood at the door to his own room, fingers still on the doorknob, stance rigid, heart racing. He’d thrown the door open in frustration, hadn’t expected to see her just sitting there. For a moment, Reese was angry. Had she not heard him hurrying throughout the house? Why hadn’t she texted him back? The feeling was fleeting and the chastising he was going to give her died in his throat when he really looked at her perched so carefully on the edge of his bed. Her knees were drawn to her chest and her eyes were open but the bags under them suggested she didn’t want them to be. Not only that, she didn’t seem like she was mentally there.
“What happened?” He stepped forward into the room, nudging the door closed with his foot before carefully perching himself beside her. Anxiety tightened his chest, his head swimming full of questions that he was too afraid to ask. This wasn’t like her, not like his Jack, not his voice of reason. Tentatively he reached to rest a hand on her shoulder and just like everything else melted away. It was just the two of them and his worry and whatever the hell she was feeling, but it felt grounding somehow. “What’s up?” His voice was quieter, fingers curling gently around her arm, drawing them together til their sides brushed against each other. @lcnaestclle
