Jack wasn't that worried about Chloe's announcement. Sure, there was always the possibility it could change his relationship with her or Finnick but he wasn't too worried about that overall--as much as he was well aware those sorts of things could go pearshaped in virtually an instant, Finnick didn't have Miles' edge of paranoia from the start, so he was trusting they'd keep communication open and no one would get hurt. He'd bow out of that part of their lives if either one of them asked without a problem, although he hoped Chloe at least would still ask him to dance once in awhile.
He might have been thinking, while working on the roof of his newly expanded shelter, about the fact he was pretty sure they were the first ones not planning to give the kid to Arva. Like he'd rather quietly said he'd do, if and when it came to that, back when Jemma had been here asking for people's feedback on monogamy and childrearing. But he was pretty pointedly not letting himself think about that, or the fact he knew there was a part of him that had accepted Arva's offer not just for the chance at sleeping with anything that said yes without judgment, but to do something about that old itch that had prompted him to buy so many houses like Jackson Leaves just to sell them on when the reality that he couldn't have that kind of life hit him in the head again.
Nope, he absolutely wasn't even in the back of his mind thinking about that as he walked tonight, maybe with a little more purpose than other nights. After all, he knew where quite a few folks were staying now, and a few more besides who hopefully wouldn't be upset to see him at their door. And it was pretty easy to smile without forcing it overmuch when he came within sight of where Bucky was staying.
"Hey there," he said, warmly. "Mind some company?"