Welcome Home (Jacksepticeye x Egos)

Chapter 18

Jack hurries at each signature on the dotted line of the contract. His blue eyes are full of so much stress and weariness over how the full day has gone that he barely can tell what the words are on the pages anymore. Schneep's demeanor is much more approachable now as when Jack was in Chase's bed, and he even helps the Irishman settle back into his bedroom after everything has been signed. Jack exhausted as he watches the doctor walk around his new bedroom, placing fresh towels in the bathroom and handing him additional pillows.

"You should get more items for your room by the end of the week that will make it much more your space," Schneep assures. "In the meantime, if you need anything, let Chase or Marvin know. They're the best at getting things quickly in the house."

With a small squeeze to his shoulder with a gloved hand, the doctor makes his way out of the room quietly, leaving Jack alone with the swirling thoughts in his own head. When he had woken up this morning this was not the way he thought that his day would have gone, yet here he is in pretty much a mansion, in his own room and getting paid to...well, he guesses that he was still figuring that out.

The sun's rays are moving across his bedroom as the late afternoon turns into the sift parts of the evening, and Jack isn't sure when he fell asleep on the thick mattress of his soft bed. It is only when there is the smallest of knocks on the door that his eyes open up, and he notices the slight shadow of a person under the crack of the door. There is a tiny shuffling of what sounds like a couple of dishes touching the wooden floor, and then the familiar sound of someone walking away.

It's strange how quietly they moved about to Jack, and why they felt the need to be so silent. Perhaps they assumed that he had been sleeping.

Well, they weren't incorrect on that.

Opening the door a few inches, Jack's nose is met with the delicious smell of turkey, mash potatoes and bright green and orange veggies. Along with the large plate of food is a glass of what looks like ice cold cream soda and a knife, fork and napkins. Jack can't help but smile at the gesture, which is so welcomed at the moment.

Looking up the hall a small bit to see if he might spot the person who brought him the food, he's slightly sad that the corridor is empty. Apparently the mystery cook was also speedy, and with a small gurgle of hunger from Jack's stomach, he picked up the tray and brought it into his room to eat. Everything tasted just as good as it looked, and soon the Irishman is patting his belly in a satisfied kind of way. Then feeling a little bit better he heads down the hall to the kitchen with the empty dishes. The least that he can do is wash and dry the plates.

The living room television is humming with what sounds like a game show, and sitting in the chair in what Jack realizes is his usual spot is a slender man with bright blue eyes and silvery hair.  The last time Jack had seen Marvin, he had been running naked down the hall to join the angry man who first greeted him at the front door. Marvin turns a bright pink color around the cheeks when their eyes meet, and Jack knows that they both are thinking how awkward this could be.

"Just coming out to clean dishes," Jack says quickly as he heads to the kitchen, thankful to actually have a task to do to avoid the strange second encounter. Marvin seems relieved that it's Jack who speaks first, and a small, but incredible graceful smile appears on his lips. He turns his head slightly enough to watch Jack in the kitchen. The sink faces the living room area, so the two men are able to clearly see each other.

"Jameson must already think you're pretty great," Marvin muses, and Jack tilts his head slightly with confusion.

The silver haired man laughs, and the sound of how light and airy his chuckle is helps disipate the rest of the tension.

"The meal," Marvin explains. "Jameson made it for you. He's a wonderful cook, and the fact that he brought it to your room means that he thinks you are worth pampering a little. It's a good thing, so don't worry."

Jack hums thoughtfully at the idea of being liked without even meeting Jameson yet, though the silence of his meal delivery made a lot more sense now. He wonders if he will meet the mute man anytime soon to thank him properly for the meal.

"You like games shows?" Jack asks, hoping to continue their conversation.

Marvin nods quickly, with his smile growing as large as a Cheshire Cat.

"They're my favorite thing to watch in the evenings. You should come and join me. Chase is out with his kids for the next few days, and he's my usual tv buddy. I'd love some company. What do you say?"