Jack's feet were still slightly sore from the weirdness of the day before, but he discomfort was secondary when compared to the comfort of just having them free. No deep dark holes, no shoes, no socks. He was pretty sure he'd even gone through the whole night without letting the blankets cover them. He still hadn't decided what to do about the message on his computer, unable to shake the feeling that it was some kind of trap. It was probably better not to say a damn thing at all.
When he walked into the kitchen he was smiling, already feeling like he was getting himself back on track. "S'up, man" he cheerily called to Marco as he neared, setting down the pad of paper and a sharpie he'd brought along with him just in case Marco wanted to take notes. He'd also brought along his phone, feeling that maybe some low background music would help keep things chill. "Did you guys do okay yesterday?"