”crying” for the word game 3:)
from come home, let’s fight about the childhood lie;
Somehow, Jack had managed to avoid crying himself to sleep, but he’s crying when he wakes up, his throat raw with it. Nala whimpering and bumping her cold nose against his face.
Jack wants to lay in bed and let himself rot. Hope that if he misses enough practices Nico will come back here to drag him out. But a glance at the clock tells him that it’s well past ten and he usually gets up around seven to feed the dogs and take them out, so Nala’s hungry for breakfast, probably.
Jack’s an adult with adult responsibilities. He can’t wallow around in his heartbreak, no matter how much he would like to.
“Hang on, Nals,” Jack mumbles as he rolls out of bed, scratching behind her ears. He’s still kind of crying, but there’s no one here to witness it, Nico’s side of the bed still woefully cold, so Jack doesn’t pay any mind to it.