Jack had his coffee fill for the day, and considering the amount of work that hadn't happened, it was possibly a good thing he was heading home. With his back pack slung over his shoulder, Jack crossed the street to his building. He hadn't been in Bathos for very long, but it was nice to have a place all to himself. While it didn't feel like home yet, he had no doubt that eventually it might. God, he hoped it would, anyway. He was stuck here now.
While, for the most part, Jack had tunnel vision, he noticed an older gentleman who was like in his 40s struggling to gather the spilled fruit from his bag. The wince on his face and the cursing, while amusing, was enough to make Jack want to be a good Samaritan today. Getting down on one knee, he began to gather the apples. "Need a little help?" he asked as he rescued as many as he could from being bruised.