Poison rubs his hair, watching Jack move around. The light of the kitchen reveals he's on a pair of plan blue pajama bottoms and the long-sleeved t-shirt is black. Not his usual stupid pjs that Girl makes fun of. He hadn't been feeling any of them when he tried to go to bed.

"You don't have to stay," he says quietly. "I'm-- I'm probably gonna be a bummer to be around for a little while."