But then the apartment door opens and Roxy lifts her head from her seat on the beanbag, but then promptly rests it down when she sees its him. Jack’s face is pale, hollow, and you can smell the faintest hint of smoke on him as he walks in, shutting the door behind him. The moment he does the paperwork he carries is dropped, and he’s moving towards her, arms out.
“Katelynn.” he said before wrapping his arms around her; having been terrified as well at the idea that they had burned his work, and stolen her away again.
When his arms are around her, she’s relieved to see him, to see that he wasn’t sure or kidnapped. But she can smell the smoke on him, can see that he looks unwell and wraps her own arms around him carefully, checking for injuries. “Jack! Are you okay? Are you hurt? W-Was it Hot Flash?”
Her hands moved all over his body, her eyes searching his face for answers or clues.
“N-no I. I don’t think so.” he said shakily, allowing her to touch his face, checking to see if he was all right. Her concern touched him; it meant she hadn’t been hurt at all. It had just been his work. All of his work… twenty six pieces, all gone. Poof. “It. The gallery, w-where my work is?” Jack asked quietly.
“Th. There was a fire. It’s all gone. Poof.” he lifted his hands shakily, his hands white as his face was. “All… All gone.”
Jack Maple 