"I wasn't aware zipping up a bag was so complicated," Sky replied, quirking a brow, grabbing another article of clothing off the floor and chucking it at Jack's head. Like Sky was going to listen to Jack. Especially after all of this rudeness that had just exploded. Sky sighed, crossed his arms, and leaned against the door frame.
"This angst thing is so not your color," he said. God, he sounded like Syd. "Can we skip the part where you need to cry like a woman and start dealing with things like a man, or did your penis suddenly become a vagina." If things were as dire as Jack seemed to be portraying, there was no time for Jack to pussy up and act like a loser. They were B Squad. That meant something.
"So, figure something out," Sky said simply. What else was there to do? Sitting around and moping wouldn't help anyone.