Who: Heather Manson and Jack Landors What: A much needed break outside. When: Monday evening. Where: in the city. Warnings: probably none Rating: PGish/PG-13? Status: in progress.
He needed to get out. Sure the mansion was nice and all, Lana, Linda, Bart were all great since the moment he arrived. But he had nothing to do except think, and those thoughts never ended well. Always in pain. He'd tried to help with chores and patrols but he was told he should just 'take care'. He knew it must be just as awkward for everyone, because none of them knew the right words to say but he just didn't know how. Hell he didn't even know the right words to say in return, or how to think and react when people offered their sympathy it just made him feel more sad and more depressed. He didn't blame them, they tried. All he could do was nod and accept it. Jack really hadn't been himself the past week,so he mostly stayed off the message boards for a few days and tried to clear his head. But not even that seemed to be helping. He felt like he was losing it. His lack of sleep was never more evident than it was when he arrived at the Winchester's and knocked at the door for Heather, he was tired and withdrawn.
The holiday's were coming and he never felt more alone. This was the time of year people got closer, but he felt like he was going the opposite way. Being totally disconnected. So he was going to try to be around them, going to try not to show them just how much he was suffering because he didn't want to put them out anymore. Anyone who knew him knew just how different he'd become, how much Kira's death had affected him and he wondered how long he could hold on before the illusion just fell apart and he snapped. He'd been good so far, and would be for a few more hours he hoped at least while for once they did something that normal people did.