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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"I don't see why that matters, Glen," he answered, defeated. "Please go back to bed, you might strain yourself."

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"We've been here before, Jack," but he did not argue and let Jack go. He would only chase so far. It was up to Jack to accept his kindness.

In bed, he spoke softly, "You tire me; you may leave."

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"I'm afraid it's the only place we can be," Jack murmured, dipping his head down and taking Glen's hand to brush a kiss across his knuckles.

"I'll be outside; call for me if you need assistance." He smiled, again, genuinely - if not a little sadly. "Good night, Glen."

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"Do not wait outside. Go to your quarters. We're finished here." Glen felt shot down and wasn't taking it well. He had done a great deal in actually apologizing to Jack for his behavior, and this was the thanks he received?

He did not look at Jack again, pretending to be fascinated at a painting on the wall of a Grecian landscape.

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"I - "

Jack backed away, carefully, bowing low. Oh, god, he was in trouble, he had to bolt. He'd probably have to watch his step the next couple of days or so, he had to figure out what he did wrong in the first place. "I'm sorry. I won't trouble you again."

And he quickly turned around - some part of him hoped that Glen would stop him, ask him to stay, anything - but the man's word was his personal law. The door will silently close behind him, then.