Lullabies (Hoodie x E.Jack)

7

Jack didn't go upstairs for a time. He reassembled human skeletons instead. He had enough bones to do it. If he didn't feel like messing with bones he sat in the dark of his mind. At the moment, it was a hollow, quiet place. It calmed Jack but also reminded him about how truly alone he was. But it was home.

Sighing he curled his legs up to his chest and sat feeling empty and drained. Jack knew that he had gotten carried away when he yelled at Hoodie. The proxy didn't need to know all of that, Hoodie didn't need to see him cry. Jack was ashamed he had gotten so deep into his past that he had brought up topics that were sensitive to the thought. Hoodie didn't need to know any of that. He could have lived without that. The organ eater wanted Hoodie to go away and live his life, go away and find love. But Jack was torn, because he wanted his only friend to stay.

Jack knows there's many forms of love, that different languages give different names to the titles. He knows friendship was a form of love, it was powerful and could last years. It could last beyond life. Jack still had many friends in death. The cannibal is honored to have love in that form, but he searched for love in a different color.

He knew he could never receive love from a child, that would be a disaster. Not for him, but for the kid. Whether it came from him or not, they might view eating human okay and Jack did not want to send that massage to anyone.

No, Jack wanted the sort of love he didn't understand. The love his friend so many years back told him to look for. Told him that he, his friend, would show him. At the time and place Jack's young friend had told him it wasn't appropriate, to love the way he loved. But Jack hadn't cared, he was curious and too thrilled to care what the others might have thought.

The eyeless man shuddered thinking about this friend and pushed the memory's away from him. Even when they left oily tears still remained and brimmed in eyeless sockets. Sitting in the still darkness Jack eventually fell asleep, exhausted from the early mornings events.

•••

Waking up Jack squinted his 'eyes' and looked about him in the darkness. Humming he figured out there he was and wiped the drool off his face. Getting up and brushing himself off. He was sick of the basement and went up stairs, sort of forgetting the events from earlier.

Golden light poured into the house and made everything glow with warmth. Of course, as Jack walked down the small hallway, he couldn't see this, but could feel it through his clothes and on his skin.

Reaching the table and still blinking the sleep away he patted around on it, trying to find his mask. Feeling a piece of paper instead Jack dropped his shoulders. Pulling a chair out and sitting down the tired cannibal rested his head against the polished wood and held the paper up between the tips of his fingers. What was Hoodie thinking, leaving a paper note behind.

Placing the useless paper back on the table Jack stood up and continued to hum. Walking over to his radio he felt around for the CDs and found them neatly piled next to the radio. That was odd, yes he did always organize them before going to bed but yesterday he had left them all open and scattered across the counter. Hoodie must have organized them before he went. Hoodie must have left them when he went. Jack dropped his head. He stood there like that, thinking about Hoodie.

He had never actually figured out what the proxy looked like. He had always been too sheepish to ask. Licking his lips Jack set a CD in and let it play.

"If you didn't care what happened to me,
And I didn't care for you.
We would zig zag our way
through the boredom and pain,.."

Going into the fridge the flesh eater pulled out a bottle of blood and sat down again, sadly listening his music.

The proxy groaned and rubbed his face. Getting the kid back to her parents was a hassle. But they had called her Emily and figured he should probably let Jack know his little girl was not named Slobber. With his eyes open Hoodie didn't bother looking at anything, to caught up in his thoughts.