St. Margaret's Academy for the Gifted

Wendy was living in the dorms these days, and Ryuuko would be fast asleep by now. Or so he hoped. So Blake would probably be alone, reading a book.

He had considered bringing something - a gift - but he had come up short with what to do. Flowers felt too intense and a bottle of whisky was kind of the wrong thing to be bring, considering Blake's tendencies. But, Jack mused, maybe dropping by was the wrong thing to do altogether, considering Blake's tendencies. Jack was not even really sure what he wanted to happen.

A familiar surge in his stomach made him realize that his body, at the very least, had some ideas about that.

Jack ran his tongue over his upper lip and knocked on the door.