Jack shared one thing in common with Xander in that aspect, everyone around him had been conditioned their entire life for super hero training, and he? He was right off the street. Literally. Pulled from a society where he didn't fit and put in a difficult position where he was forced to lead a dysfunctional team of rangers and bring them up to par with A squad. He had no training. No preparation for it what soever. Still he tried. That was all he could do, try by breaking rules constantly and protocol to bring his team together. But here was like he started from scratch all over again. Like he had to re-earn his stripes. Which he didn't know if he was actually comfortable with.
He'd been through global threats, seen the end of the Troobian war, and in L.A. he still felt like the new kid on the block. Like he'd never just be part of the team. Maybe Charlie was right. He was staying at the Hyperion. But why? Because he couldn't handle living at home alone, and Faith felt like she had to keep an eye on him? His arm was still bandaged, though the wounds were healing. Mentally he wasn't sure if they ever would. He hadn't relapsed in so long, but the ghosts..he snapped. He just couldn't take the memories from his past. His jaw was still bruised from his dads strong iron fist. At least it didn't swell. Honestly it could have been much worse if Sam didn't show up with that rocksalt gun.
Pushing open the door he blinked. Not expecting to see anyone down there in the middle of the day. Most of them took their turns at night, or early morning after patrols. "Xander?" Slightly startled. "Sorry. I can come back later..?"