“Okay, that… that’s fair.” he smiled at her softly before reaching over, and placed his hand gently on top of hers. “No matter what happens at home.” Jack whispers before withdrawing his hand and going back to his breakfast.
That brought the smile back to her face, looking over at him before taking another bite of her pancakes, still humming happily at how delicious they tasted. “I guess..it’ll be time to pack after this?”
“Might as well.” Jack said with a quiet mumble. “The bus shows up at twelve, mid day and it’s still fairly early. So we have time…” he added, taking yet another bite before a drink of orange juice he’d squeezed the night before and set in the fridge.
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