Jack was to his feet in seconds flat, staring at this man with an expression that could be either intimidation, or annoyance. He isn’t sure himself.
“O-of course I’m going t-to look after her. I love her.” he said back as firmly as he could. “I, I may not be a CEO or. Or smart or. Or anything like you b-but I’m going to take care of her.”
Harrison stood there a moment, before nodding his head.
“Good. You’re a good man. And you’re good for her too, which is most important.”
He gives a lazy salute to the artist before he walks off, putting his hands back into his pockets, and is gone.
Jack watches him go, a conflicted expression on his face. It was as if Harrison was her father or something, telling him he approved of him. That was weird. But he was gone now, so he hurried back into the room.
“He seems. Um. Nice?” he asks as he approaches the bed.
Jack Maple 