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

[bitten_notshy]

"Anatomical diagrams and whatnot," Jack said, agreeing with the point. "...And now I feel like I should stop in and make sure he knows not everything on the internet is good advice."

[justlurkinghere]

"...I hope he does." Oh god, he really hoped Stiles knew better.

[bitten_notshy]

"Probably he does." Jack cleared his throat. "Please don't make me actually offer him sex advice."

[justlurkinghere]

And Derek flushed even worse at that. "Because this hasn't been awkward enough with his dad pointing out our feelings."

[bitten_notshy]

"It could be worse," Jack said, reaching for his coffee again. "His dad could be offering sex advice."