trick or treat

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So of course, here's Jack, meandering down the corridors with a bowl of sweet candies in arm; every now and then he'd reach in blindly for one and eat it.

"Mister Ja~ack," he sings, apparently looking for that one Contractor counterpart of his - but he's just passing the music rooms here and then, perhaps looking to catch a certain someone.

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Jack immediately went to his side, again, arm around his shoulders, a hand curling gingerly around a sleeve.

"I'm sorry, I really am, you can do anything you want to me - but please, after you get some rest."

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"I'm not angry with you." He tried to stand, but he was leaning back on Jack in seconds.

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Jack caught him instantly, a hand around his waist, pulling Glen's arm over his own shoulder.

"It's okay," he repeated, still thinking Glen was some kind of delirious. "Come on, I'll get you to a bed."

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Glen complied, able to walk much easier with Jill leading the way, "You could have started with dinner, Jack," he was smiling weakly. Jack's affections for him were plain as day.

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Jack looked here and there, searching for an empty room. This one looked good - he toed the door open, helping Glen inside.

"...I can't cook," he admitted, blushing again.

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"I've yet to meet a Jack that could." He fell into the bed easily.

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"You might see him around," he smiled, strained, already working on unlacing Glen's boots and making him as comfortable as possible.

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"Stop that," he wasn't sure if it was pride or what, but he didn't want Jack taking his boots off for him. He sat up and finished the job himself.

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"Glen, lie back - "

Jack held back, though, waiting until he had finished before pushing him down by his shoulders to the pillows.

"Silly, it's okay. Do you think you can keep down anything?"

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"You gave me the antidote, Jack. I'm feeling better already," that was a lie, he just wanted Jill out of his hair. The scene was too familiar. He had been taken care of by Jack when he had gotten sick, and the same when Jack had gotten sick.

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"You should sleep, even for a little bit," he chastised, worry creasing his face. He knew Glen would get better, but he didn't think he'd feel this guilty over it.

Just don't pull an Annie Wilkes, please?

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"I'll sleep," he complied to that, at least. His waistcoat off, he laid back in the bed, wondering for a moment.

"It is your responsibility, Jack, that I recover fully."

For reasons he was unsure of, he complied to Jack's little plan. He would allow the wicked alternate to take care of him. It would settle his restlessness, hopefully.

.........do not want! D:

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Jack bent his head, kneeling beside the bed and lacing his hands on the bedspread.

"I guess it kind of worked, didn't it?" He said, faintly bitter as he raised his head to smile. "I'll do what I can."

Neither does Glen! D:

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Glen did not thank him. This was jack's mess after all.

He closed his eyes, his brow furrowed from the fever. He wanted to make some other crack at him, but could not think straight to do so, and was asleep in minutes.

He'd wake up cranky two hours later.

that's really creepy huhu

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Jack didn't expect any, either - far from it. He'd expected to be hit, or be yelled at, at the very least.

He's still at Glen's side when he wakes, and there's a washcloth on his forehead, to ease the fever.

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"You're still here?" Glen isn't sure what to think of it, but he's leaning towards jack's feelings being still, far too obvious. He sits up, the fever having mostly subsided, he just looks tired, and rubs at his eyes like a child, the wash cloth falling absently in his lap.

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"I clean up my own messes," he murmurs, gingerly taking the washcloth from Glen and handing him a glass of water. "Here."

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Glen accepts it, smiling a little in the glass, though it disappears when he brings it down.

"The time?" they are in an inner room, and thus it has no windows.

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Jack drew out his pocket-watch. It still played Lacie when he clicked it open.

"Half-past eight in the evening."

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"Do not make such a face," Glen looked back blankly at Jack.

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Jack ducked his head, turning away as his cheeks colour in embarrassment.

"I'm sorry. Should I go fetch you anything?"

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Glen took the water only, "This is fine." If he ate this late, he was sure he would not sleep again for hours.

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"I - "

Jack waited for Glen to finish his glass of water, placing it back on the bedside table - before kneeling next to the bed again, pillowing his head on folded arms on the sheets.

"You're still cross with me, aren't you?"

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Glen looked away, how could he be cross with a face like that leaning at his bedside?

"I am merely tired. I will be fine."

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"Go back to sleep?"

Jack looked down at the sheets, thinking that he's lying. "I'll - I'll stay the night, if you'd be needing something."