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Jack nodded to himself but still crossed off a few options anyway. Striking a balance between something nice and the steak is half my paycheck alone was an act in and of itself.

He glanced at her as she recoiled. "Still want to do physical therapy for that?" he asked. "I can look something up."

"Quite a few secrets we have between us now," he teased, but it was clear he wouldn't say anything. Neither of them needed the world to know of an inherent weakness.

Jack shrugged as they approached the infirmary. "Can't always be an a*****e, that'd just get boring. Besides, I'll only accept a partner who's in peak physical shape," he added more haughtily.

He clicked his tongue in exasperation. "Weak."

But her hair question gave Jack some pause. Chel's nervous take on losing the bet was starting to shine past her previous threats, in spite of his attempt to table the discussion for when he actually had a skeleton of what they would be doing. He hadn't realized how big of a deal her appearance would be to her, let alone even mentioning removing the hair dye. "I'm not that cruel," Jack replied. To people that mattered, at least. "Color it how you want. All I'm asking for is effort beyond half done ponytails."

"There's no point in it if you're not enjoying yourself at least a little," Jack said, raising a brow. "But if you're implying my tastes are simple, I am offended."

Rather than sit down, however, he went in search of one of the hunters on duty. What Jack had learned very quickly while working in the infirmary was that it was often understaffed, and while some people could be strict about who got to take of whom, he was a familiar face. Explaining that the situation was minor and that he could handle the care, the intern seemed relieved (one less patient to worry about when zombie infections were already rampant) and gave his permission.

He returned shortly and beckoned Chel to follow him into one of the rooms. Such were the perks of dating someone with some connections there.

He rolled his eyes and searched for the bandages. "Oversimplification," Jack accused her. "Gimmicks I'll indulge for the holiday, and yeah Nightmare Before Christmas is awesome, but I'm not some wannabe goth."

Easy, simple, he was affronted either way.

"Credit for sticking it out with a wannabe piece of s**t? Sure thing." He bopped her with the bandages before unrolling them. "Someone's being ******** cheeky. Hold still."

Jack snickered as she batted him away. "You're ******** him. Gold star for going above and beyond, loveduck."

He had her slip the bra strap off as well so the bandages didn't pin it down. Manipulating her arm out, Jack checked the area around her bad shoulder to make sure there were no open wounds to clean first before he started wrapping the bandages. "If that's the case, I should've told you to strip," he lamented. "I'll go get my stethoscope so you can cough while I listen to your tits."