Katelynn waved at her as Violet exited, feeling her heartbeat increase now that she was alone with Jack; save for their two dogs who had been out of the room at the moment.
Probably sleeping I guess… she thought, watching Jack and knowing she had to explain herself now and yet not knowing where to begin, her eyes turning to watch him closely and wait to see what he would say. She felt her whole body warm up as she waited.
He looked at her for a moment, his expression turning to one of uncertainty. Jack didn’t like talking to Katelynn about what she does wrong; she plays the victim card very well, and he always falls for that trap but they had discussed this. The last time she had left a note and vanished she’d ended up locked underground all night until Six sought her out for him. Lifting a hand, Jack rubbed his arm with his palm slowly. “S-so… why d-did you vanish this time…?”
She swallowed the lump in her throat, feeling a bit as if she had to go to the gallows. He’s not going to like this..
“Okay..don’t..get worried or anything..but someone bumped into me..a new villain..I didn’t go looking for him but he looked like Six a bit and yet he wasn’t…and I might have told him off a bit because of the way he was talking about Six and he..smacked me really hard and caused a bruise on my face..I didn’t want you to see it so I went to Harrison’s building to get bandages and he was turned into a two year old by magic anons so I decided to heal up by babysitting him at his apartment..”
She squared her shoulders a bit, waiting to see what he thought about that and trying to be brave. It really hadn’t been her fault but she hadn’t wished to worry him in that moment. And now she was facing the consequences of not telling him the truth…
He stood there for a moment, expression blank, before lifting his hand and pressed his fingers to the bridge of his nose as he shut his eyes. Jack breathed in slowly, chest lifting and falling with every breath. He grasped his elbow, looking as though he was ready to stand that way for a while. The fact she’d been struck by someone enraged him to a level he didn’t like. How she had run from him, rather then seek him for comfort hurt him emotionally, as if she couldn’t trust him. To think she hid from him, babysitting their friend, rather then see him herself… he could have helped out too. Jack liked kids well enough, and one on one scenarios rarely presented themselves.
He released his hold on his nose and lowered his arm, eyes momentarily shut.
“…do you think you can’t come to me for things?” he asked quietly.
Jack Maple 