Jack's Room, 33 Apocalypse Ave., Sunday Morning

[bitten_notshy]

After he got back to the island, Jack spent most of the day Saturday parked in front of intentionally bad TV. It was easier not to think about what had happened in Beacon Hills if he was staring at Kardashian Kleavage. He went to bed early, fell into a dreamless sleep.

Sunday had promised more of the same until he checked his school email and realized his midterms were during the coming week. He groaned and turned on his laptop. Werewolf angst could wait: Right now, he had to pull a half-decent paper on the Bayeaux tapestry together if he had any hope of passing the last class for his major.

[OOC: Open to visits, calls, etc.]

Comments

[justlurkinghere]

Which would be when Derek let himself right on into the house to find Jack. On the plus side, he had two coffees from the Perk.

"Jack."

[icecoldfrost]

Your phone is ringing, Jack! Because Emma wants to check and make sure you haven't been eaten by your midterms yet.

[so_hawkward]

Clint was pretty sure he was on the low end of people Jack might want to talk to, but that wasn't going to stop him from coming by anyway to check on him. He knocked on the door to the house and figured that if Jack shut it in his face, he'd at least know whether or not to talk to him in the future.