[He feels a bit guilty about it, reeling Jack in to whatever this sudden discomfort was. Laying on his bed, rubbing at his temple, he considers leaving the spirit to his business, to toss back a no at the response. But his body burns with a warmth that isn't pleasant, like a faint memory felt physically on his skin. Phantom sensations again, he thinks.
He doesn't want to be alone.]
Can't sleep. Think you could make a stop home if you got the time to spare for a bit?
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He doesn't want to be alone.]
Can't sleep. Think you could make a stop home if you got the time to spare for a bit?