Jack Vincent

Jillie has a therapist and, in a way, so does Jack. His therapy just looks different from Jillie's but, then again, his issues look different from her's, too. Most of them look kind of like his father. Poison doesn't put a lot of rules on these sessions with Bull - no full sex, which doesn't mean nothing sexual. That's about it. Jack comes home calm, and settled. It works.

He's a little early, so he rings Bull's buzzer and leans his shoulder against the wall, in case he has to wait.

It's starting to feel like everything's back on an even keel. He's been moving his stuff over to Poison's a couple of boxes at a time, put the spare drafting table up on the Darrow equivalent of Craigslist. They're getting back into their routine. Jack's back to doing his yoga.

He's got his mat unrolled on the soft grass in the park and he's running through his routine. He bends, pressing both palms flat against the floor and holds it for a moment, enjoying the stretch.