When Sam finally got there, the place was silent. Almost too silent. Jack honestly didn't know how to feel, so he just didn't. He hurt Kira, the one person he loved and felt could live with for the rest of his life. He hurt. Crushed was more like it. She couldn't even look at him and it was burned into his mind. And yet he still couldn't get Charlie out of his head. In the darkest corner she was there. When he closed his eyes he saw her. Like he was obsessed with her darkness. The very same that he'd tried to save her from, he was now being pulled under.
He wasn't fighting because he didn't know. He didn't see what was happening. That would be Sam, and he smirked bitterly as he heard him knocking. Surprised he didn't just barge in weapons blazing and fire in his eyes. "It's open." Jack was sitting on the floor of the dark apartment, back leaned up against the bed. He hadn't moved since Kira left.