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JACK SITS IN HIS BED, WET, THINKING ABOUT HIS VISIT.
Eleven and Max are taking turns on the shower, so he decided to wait in his wet clothes. His head rested in his hands as he thought back to Billy and Heather. It wasn't right. He recalls the sensation when he stands near them. The look in their eyes carries nothing. They seem dead. It was almost haunting him.
The girls notice his quiet behavior but never push for answers. Knowing Jack, he'll probably say that he was fine and carry on with the rest of the night. They just watch him walk straight into his room and lock it behind him. They didn't bother him.
A little tingle appears in the back of Jack's head, which raises his head and slightly smiles. He reaches over and grabs the small radio on his stand and turns it on. Static fills the dimly lit room and he sits down on the hardwood floor and closes his eyes. The dark surroundings turn into a familiar bedroom that he grew to love and adore.
Jack appears in the corner, seeing his lover raffle his wet hair with a towel as he searches through his draws. It seems like Steve just got out of the shower and didn't notice that he was there. In a few seconds, Steve saw someone standing in the corner of his eye and gleamed at the sight.
"Where were you today? We got a lot done and we found out-" Steve cut himself off once he saw the stage of his boyfriend. His clothes were dripping, creating small puddles as his face carried a long expression. His not so bright eyes downcast and gaze onto the small pile of clothes that Steve had lying around. "Why are you wet? What happened?" He stepped up to lay his hand against Jack's cheek but it went through his face. Steve was about to drop his hand by his side, but he saw Jack's eyes turn gold for a split second. He gave it another try and his hand landed perfectly on his face.
