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[rockabillyboy]

Once they're in the apartment, Jack drops his bag. He finds himself skittish, suddenly, which is ridiculous, but they've admitted to a lot, this morning, and it's taking a whole to settle. He turns to face Poison, starting to tug his shirt over his head.

"I need to shower."

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[rockabillyboy]

"Jesus," says Jack and holds out his hand, eyebrows raised expectantly. "Give them back. I'll shove them in one of my front pockets. She won't see. Better than you walking in with them in your hand, anyway. Because that's really subtle, Poison."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Like a bulge in your front pocket is gonna be better," he shoots back. He smirks though and hands the panties over. "I think you just want to keep them," he quips as he heads for the stairs. If he's gonna eat more he might as well exercise. And maybe, just maybe, he imagines the view Jack might get if he times his ascent just right.

[rockabillyboy]

"You kid should not be looking anywhere near the front of my jeans," says Jean, eyebrow raised as he starts to follow Poison up the stairs. And, yes. He's definitely enjoying the view.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Your tall, dude. She's tiny. Sometimes things end up at eye-level." Okay so Jack's crotch isn't eye-level, even for Girl, but that's not the point. "She's observant, I raised her that way."

Finally on the top floor, he grabs his keys. He's in the habit of locking it when he goes out, even if Girl is home.

[rockabillyboy]

"Believe me. I ran into her in the hallway the other night; she is definitely not going to be looking anywhere below my waist, baby." He grins, leaning his shoulder against the wall, waiting for Poison to unlock the door.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison rolls his eyes. "Uh huh, uh huh. Hey Sunny?" he calls as he opens the door. When he doesn't get an answer, he goes into Jack's pocket to get his panties back. "I'm gonna go put on a new pair, and you make yourself at home."

He flaps his hand to indicate the entire apartment as he heads down the hall. Hopefully Jack knows this is a second home now and he can treat it that way. Mostly. Girl probably wouldn't appreciate nudity.

[rockabillyboy]

Pausing by the door, Jack bends to take off his sneakers before padding through the apartment in his sock feet and starting to rummage through the fridge and the cupboards, trying to figure out what's for dinner.

It'll be the third meal today that they've eaten together. Which is a kind of a nice feeling.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison comes back out, still in his t-shirt and skirt, but he's left his boots somewhere. Probably the bedroom. He leans against Jack's back, apparently content to be completely useless while Jack explores the stash.

"Getting any ideas?"

[rockabillyboy]

"Pasta?" says Jack, glancing over his shoulder. "You've got, like, cheese and spinach and peas? That might be good?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Sounds awesome. We probably have jar sauce, too. Or maybe enough stuff to make it from scratch if you're feeling fancy. Or you could let me do that part."

[rockabillyboy]

"You want to help?" asks Jack, grabbing a few things out of the fridge and then knocking it shut with his hip. "Or you just want to sit here and drink a beer and look pretty?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

"I mean, I'm really good at standing here and looking pretty," he quips. "But I'll help - which part do you want me to help with?"

[rockabillyboy]

"You think you can throw together sauce?" asks Jack. "Or, shit. That's pretty much the whole dinner." He laughs. "You want to handle the pasta and the salad?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

"I can totally do the sauce," he said. "You do pasta and salad and then help with sauce. Because I'm badass like that and my mom taught me to cook." Poison smiled and bumped against Jack's hip as he started getting what he needed out of cabinets.

[rockabillyboy]

"Oh, fuck, that's right," says Jack, laughing as Poison started bustling around the kitchen and he went back to the fridge to grab salad things. "You've got Italian in you, right?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Little bit!" he says triumphantly. "Not like Ghoul, but enough that Mom covered some of the basics, y'know? How to tell when pasta's done, how to make a decent red sauce."

He once he has what he needs lined up on the counter, he gets to work. "Do you want anything more in it? I mean other than like tomatoes and seasoning. I've got mushrooms and stuff, uh... peas, like you said. Other veggies."

[rockabillyboy]

"Whatever you want," says Jack, rummaging around in the drawer for the knife he's looking for - there's one that he tends to prefer when he's cooking at Poison's. "I trust you."

Even now, he's surprised by how true that is.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison smiles and nudges against Jack. "I'll try not to let you down," he promises.

He sort of zones out - or zooms in? - on what he's doing after that, getting lost in the familiar but distant rhythm of making the sauce. After he gets it all together, he just has to let it cook a little while.

"Should we start the pasta? It should be done by the time that is."

[rockabillyboy]

"I'm totally letting you handle it," says Jack, impressed by the quiet proficiency that Poison works with, something that he's only seen before when Poison's drawing. "You've got it in hand."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison rolls his eyes, but he's smiling. He nudges Jack again. "Start the pasta and make the salad, jerk," he says fondly. "I'll keep stirring this."

[rockabillyboy]

"Sir, yes, Sir," says Jack, tipping a lazy salute and then getting the pasta on before he goes back to fixing salad. "Did Girl say where she was?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Nope, and I'm trying really hard not to be nosy. And it's killing me." He pouts a little and picks his phone up from the counter. No texts, but he assumes that's a good sign.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack raises an eyebrow at that. He's not as much of a gossip as Poison, especially where Dee is concerned, but that's definitely interesting.

"Is there, like, a shortlist?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

"I mean, I know she has a few friends, but I haven't heard about most of them. She's just mentioned them." He does kind of wish she'd talk to him just a tiny bit more about the people in her life, but he's trying to be patient.

[rockabillyboy]

"She's being a teenager. You're her dad. She's allowed to not tell you stuff, babe." Jack nudges him with his hip. "I don't think my dad could have named three of my friends, back in San Francisco. He did take a real interest in Bex, though. Think he was probably starting to worry I was gay." He huffs a laugh through his nose. Look how that turned out.