Second Floor Common Room, Early-ish Monday Morning
Jackson had been in a better mood than he was this morning.
Don't laugh, it was true.
See, he'd had a rough couple of days. Did you know what it's like to be on an island with everyone's dead loved ones coming back for closure and to make sappy peace with wrongs of the past and whatever, and no one showing up for you? Even though you definitely had people who could have come, who should have come, who you had every right to get to meet? It was not a good feeling at all, and it was weighing on him more than he would have cared to admit, getting twisted up with what he'd learned back in Beacon Hills until it felt like a suffocating stone inside his chest.
And also, the wrong team had won the Super Bowl last night.
"You goddamn piece of -- !"
Yelling at the toaster for getting his Pop Tart stuck was a perfectly valid response to stress.
[ooc: Fair warning, this common room is pissy and bitchy, but totally ooopen!]
Don't laugh, it was true.
See, he'd had a rough couple of days. Did you know what it's like to be on an island with everyone's dead loved ones coming back for closure and to make sappy peace with wrongs of the past and whatever, and no one showing up for you? Even though you definitely had people who could have come, who should have come, who you had every right to get to meet? It was not a good feeling at all, and it was weighing on him more than he would have cared to admit, getting twisted up with what he'd learned back in Beacon Hills until it felt like a suffocating stone inside his chest.
And also, the wrong team had won the Super Bowl last night.
"You goddamn piece of -- !"
Yelling at the toaster for getting his Pop Tart stuck was a perfectly valid response to stress.
[ooc: Fair warning, this common room is pissy and bitchy, but totally ooopen!]