I was getting concerned about Jack lately, ever since the skyscraper he hasn't been sleeping much. I've noticed it more than anyone else because we live together and we are each other's fiancés. I was in the changing rooms pacing when Pruitt walked in.
Pruitt: Why are you pacing, Brown?
I stopped and looked at him with my hands tangled in the roots of my hair.
Stephanie: Gibson.
Pruitt: Ah. The sleep deprivation thing?
I nodded.
Pruitt: You're the only one who's noticed apart from me.
Stephanie: I don't know what to do Captain.
Pruitt: Make sure he's in a comforting place when he's asleep. I don't know what you two get up to in bed but-
Stephanie: Ew...Captain, don't say that.
He huffed.
Pruitt: Anyways, before I was rudely interrupted, just hug him while he sleeps.
I smiled and thanked him before running to find him. I opened the door to 'bunk 1' and he was in there, pacing like I previously was.
Stephanie: Jack?
He stopped and looked at me, tears filling his eyes. He sighed and walked over to me, hugging me. I wrapped my arms around him tightly.
Jack: Steph...
Stephanie: Oh, sweetheart.
Whilst he broke down in my arms, I walked us over to the bed. We pulled apart and I layed down first. Then, I pulled him on top of me so his head was on my chest and he was lying on top of me. I find the weight of him on me comforting. Jack usually does it to comfort me. However, I have been told by him that when he was younger he used to snuggle up to a blanket and pretend it was his biological parents cuddling him. I thought that was a really sad story but I'm just glad I'm here now to let him have someone real to hold. The sound of his sobs erupted the room, making my heart ache.
Stephanie: Let it out, sweetheart.
He cried and cried until he couldn't any more. Then he started to laugh a bit while faint sobs left his lips. I rubbed his back and shoulders, hoping it would comfort him more. He dug his face into the crook of my neck, letting his tears make contact with the skin on my shoulder.
Jack: Ha...God, I'm sorry.
Stephanie: Don't be sorry, sweetie.
He lifted his head and wiped his tears away, not managing to clear them all. I moved my hand to rest on his cheek and he leaned into the touch. My thumb wiped the tears he missed and I kissed his forehead. C'mon, get some sleep, I'm right here, I'll hold you, and nothing will go wrong. He looked sceptical but rested his head back on my chest and held my waist. I smiled at him before running one hand through his hair and the other rubbing his shoulder down to his lower back. A few minutes later, I heard soft snores, I looked down to see his eyes shut peacefully sleeping. Instead of going to sleep with him, I sat up overthinking. To be honest, I was a bit traumatised after that too. I lost my voice for 2 weeks after that because of how much I cried and screamed for him to stop and save himself when he was talking to me and Andy through the elevator shaft. For how much I sobbed after he had been found. A few minutes turned into a few hours and before I knew it I was drifting off to sleep. All of a sudden, Jack shot up off of me and started panicking.
Stephanie: Hey, hey, hey...
Jack: How...How long was it going off?!
Stephanie: What, sweetheart?
Jack: My PASS device.
Stephanie: Oh, sweetie, it wasn't, you're safe, you're OK.
He layed back down and rested his head on the pillow, holding my arm. Barely audible sobs erupted from his throat. I immediately scooted down so we were at eye level and saw his eyes beginning to water.
Jack: I'm sorry, this is the second time.
He laughed a bit before trying to wipe his tears away. I grabbed his wrist and put it around my waist and I put mine around his neck. I pushed myself closer to him and squeezed him tightly.
Stephanie: You don't need to apologise for showing your emotions, sweetheart.
He nodded.
Jack: Okay. I love you, Steph.
Stephanie: I love you too, now try and get some sleep, I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere.
He closed his eyes and fell asleep soon after, not letting me go for the rest of the day.