She breathed a heavy sigh and turned the knob. "I went out of my way all day to avoid you, but here you are." Jack smiled uncertainly. "There's no escaping me." She knew he was flirting, trying to make her want him again, but it wouldn't work. "Get in here." Wait—don't I mean get out? His smiled brightened. "I found your clothes in my room." "Thanks." She took them and tossed them onto the coffee table, debating whether she should ask him to sit down. He looked so pathetic standing there with an awkward smile on his face. She knew she couldn't force him to talk, but maybe she could prompt him a little. "Is there something else you wanted?" "Yeah. I uh...." He ran his hand through his hair. "We need to talk." "Oh. That can't be good." "That's not what I meant." He sighed and lowered himself onto the couch, resting his elbows on his knees and hanging his head. She sat down beside him, keeping a friendly distance. He looked completely defeated, something she'd never seen in him before. He was always so strong.
