with the rest of his weapons packed into the boot of his truck, jack pats bash on the shoulder as a sign of gratitude, and all that’s left is to say goodbye. he’s not sure why he feels the way he does, considering this isn’t the first time he’s had to do this with bash. this doesn’t feel quite the same as jack ruffling bash’s hair, telling him he’d come back before christmas. he tries to not let it show, as he leans against his car. “ so, ” he clears his throat, stuffing his hands into his jacket pockets. “ i won’t be around for your birthday, so i left you something in your room. ”