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[rockabillyboy]

It's not quite daylight when he lets himself into Poison's apartment. He'd showered at the hotel, but he's still wearing last night's clothes, black t-shirt, jeans, boots. He drops his wallet and his keys on the counter and pads into the bathroom, brushing his teeth before he slips into the bedroom. Poison's there and Jack finds himself relieved, even though he doesn't know what he was expecting.

The bed gives slightly when he sits down to take off his boots.

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[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison's awake. He drank himself silly at Krem's but he's sobered up since then, and he can't sleep. For all that he's tried not to, he's just thinking of Jack, and where he is, and who he's with, and the fact that he enabled all this to happen, and how much he hates feeling jealous.

He moves when Jack sits on the bed. There's part of him that wants to tell Jack to just go home, to sleep it off in his own bed. There's part of him that wants to beg him to stay.

"Hey," is the only thing that comes out.