Jack didn't fight it. He let her take them because she deserved to go even if it wasn't with him he wanted her to try and have a good time. The way she looked even as she glared she was beautiful. His hand lowered and he watched her walk away, it felt like the world was caving in. She was everything to him and he'd hurt her.
He didn't know what too say, but he really didn't expect her to say anything like that. The way she looked at him before was like she had just been stabbed in the back, and now she was trying to think of him? He just smiled weakly though it was painfully forced. Jack wanted to stop her, go after her even..He had to try. He followed her to the hallway but his feet wouldn't carry him any further.
Words were lost and for the longest time he just stood there and watched in the dimly lit hallway before retreating to the bedroom and locking the door behind him. The lights turned down, he leaned against the door and felt a wave of sickening dizziness wash over him. He simply moved to the side of the bed and pulled his weapon from the bed stand, not quite sure what his intention was yet, or if he even deserved to feel anything in the matter. It was his fault, he knew it. He pulled his phone from his pocket, he didn't want to see anyone. He didn't want to hear anyone..Jack's hand tightened around it as he decided it's fate. 90 percent was fixed on blasting it, other was content to simply stare at it blankly.