Re: [Mitchie and Kira Set: Hour One]
Jack wasn't in great party fashion, but he was there. Sitting off to the side of a candy filled table. Physically. Mentally it was like he was somewhere else completely. Checked out, the building could be on fire or full of zombies and he wouldn't know. He was sore and his eyes were empty of emotion, he'd hit rock bottom but the air wasn't clearing. He hadn't felt anything for nearly a week sine it felt like his heart was torn out of his chest. He didn't contact the others, didn't patrol, barely even ate or drank. He was just there because Z made him and he felt like he owed her that much. Even in his costume of choice Indiana Jones he barely glanced at the party around him, didn't even notice the other ranger not to far away.
He was thankful the long sleeved costume, it hid most of the bruises and scars, new and old. Some given by Charlie others not. Still he was there and idly he wondered when he could leave. Go back home and return to hiding.