Jack watched quietly to ensure she followed his recommendation. Hell, if she didn't, he couldn't blame her. Wouldn't be the first time one of them made themselves sick out of pure desperation, he doubted it would be the last. That thought hung thick and unsaid in the air as he took a long, deep breath, doing his best to keep his own control. Composure. It was so fucking hard. Everything here was no fucking hard. He wanted nothing more in the entire world than to give into that primal side of him that was almost overwhelming now and rip the faces off of anyone who came to close. The workers, the custodians, hell, probably some people who were just as fucked as they were and just following orders. But that anger didn't care. And with the voice in the back of his mind egging him on constantly, it didn't help. But he knew there was no point. Attack, or try to, and he'd just be punished. And if Avery was feeling extra awful, she wouldn't even punish him directly, she'd hurt someone else instead. She was very good at being very fucking depraved.
Tilly's words broke through the moment of sheer darkness in his thoughts though, the other part of him in the back of his head whining at that. Looking over at her he nodded slightly, "I love you too." It was one thing he was sure of. And no, it wasn't creepy or possessive, but simply... an unbreakable bond forged out of undergoing such trauma. But not only that, but the fact they were turned together. They had lived together. They knew each other and were growing together, even if the environment wasn't much conducive to growing. No, they were family.
She was absolutely right. Pack. Closing his eyes, Jack drifted off to sleep at the sounds of both Tilly and Gabi's breathing. Like the world's barest lullaby.