@s4vior must be out of options if he's turning to Jack for help.
Of course, he's in trouble and Jack can't bring herself to say no. Never mind that it's been years since they last saw one another, close to the same since they've spoken. And now he's here in one of their old hideouts, looking older certainly and more haggard. Tired. ( Hollow. ) A life of crime has been kinder to her than the right side of the law has been to him.
She sits at the table crammed into the kitchen, steam billowing from her tea and crummy leftovers plated nicely. His dark-haired companion, whoever she is, has retreated to the bedroom to catch some sleep or maybe just let them talk.
Jack finds she doesn't really know where to start to make up for all the years they'd left each other behind. But the alternative is sitting in a silence that's more awkward and angry than contemplative. " So. " She fingers an old card from the deck they used to play with. It's barely moved an inch since he left and she almost regrets never finding the nerve to toss it. " What the hell are you doing here, Peter? And what are you asking me for? Because it seems to me that you need more than a place to crash for the night. "
