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[_to_the_bone]

Jack comes home in an abrupt rush, bursting through and straight to the kitchen for a glass of water without even stopping to smile at Parker, and he always smiles at Parker.

Oh dear, oh dear.

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[misterparker]

Parker glances up and frowns.

Silently, he walks into the kitchen, leaning against the counter.

[_to_the_bone]

Jack finishes the water and puts the glass down hard on the counter. It almost chips. He checks to make sure it hasn't and has an absurd urge to break it against the wall. The way his fingers clench, his eyes move, you can tell he's thinking of it.

[misterparker]

Parker crosses his arms and watches some more.

He is barefoot under his jeans and one of his feet is dirty on the bottom.

[_to_the_bone]

Jack snags the edge of his shirt, and pulls himself over by the hook he has on it.

"Sorry. Just. Satan."