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I would be an awfully absent parent regardless! Not to mention zombies are always rotting and would throw off the...vibe? Is that the word?

Jack snickered. "He doesn't take offense. Anyway, maybe it won't go that far. Miller had one too but he got it off soon after." To be fair, Leslie also hadn't actively befriended any Halloweener either...His supposedly treasonous actions were just thanks to a mind-altering phenomena. Cautious optimism failing.

"I wouldn't think about it too much. A lot of bizarre s**t has been going on, they don't have time to execute everyone."

"Well I was in jail this one time..." But the look in his eyes marked that as just a tease.

Jack shrugged. "What about it? More than likely we'll have some stupid s**t happen on Halloween, like last year with the dungeon and the damn bugs. My money's on a zombie apocalypse this time."

He snorted and said, "Why am I not surprised. Let me guess...Vandalism, public drunkenness, orrrr general misconduct?" It was still a curious thing to learn; he knew Chel never really was for sticking to rules she didn't agree with, but he hadn't considered what that translated into before Deus.

"And I thought what I did with Hanna wasn't your business," Jack added, giving her a look. "I'm doing things at my own damn pace, thanks. But I'll take another guess here and say your night shift with her wasn't a girl's night out."

"And then you ******** the officer to get your sentence reduced," Jack finished off, because he always did like having the last word, even on stupid s**t.

He contained his reactions for the most part, but it was...not quite what he had expected. Chel and Hanna not getting along? Sure. They were completely different people down to the core, from personalities to interests—hell, about as different as he was from Chel really. But knowing now that Hanna had acted that defensively...either she was really good at putting on a show, or she had more ties to their arrangement than he thought.

In spite of himself, Jack smirked. After all, who wouldn't want to hear someone got just a little bit possessive of them?

"I figured it'd turn out like that," he said when Chel was finished, only laughing a little at the end. "You won't listen since, yeah, I'm pulling the defending boyfriend card out, but not everyone's as open and crass as you about s**t, Craft. Man, you and AK both hate her, and she hasn't even met Hanna yet."

To be fair, describing someone as being just like him but with boobs wasn't the most appealing summary either.

He didn't touch the boyfriend stealing part and just continued to look amused with himself. "I'm wondering how much of that is exaggeration, though. She's a pretty chill character."

"Why? Hell, probably because I said she was a lot like me," he replied with a tiny shrug, as that seemed answer enough.

He studied Chel for a moment and then faced forward again. "I wanted to hear what you thought about Hanna is all; data collecting like a nerd, you might say. So, you know, thanks for being honest. I won't bug you about her again," Jack promised, and there was a hint of sympathy somewhere in there.

"You just said you didn't like it," he pointed out. "I'm just trying this new thing out call 'don't constantly piss off the people who give even a little s**t about you.' Right now I'm aiming for the 'only sort of piss them off' level. Baby steps." A sigh, followed by a joke. "Well, at least I don't have to worry about you trying to take lesbian revenge and stealing her away. People like us hunters, though? No such thing as forever and ever."

Major eyerolling did ensue. Christ, why was Chel going on about his sex life? "Jesus, I got the message," he complained. For someone who claimed she was trying to sway his attention, she was awfully generous about getting him to screw someone else.

Splinters in the outstretched hand, Owain noted quietly.

"I'm pretty sure they've never met...But yeah, I've seen that thing," Jack said with a nod. "Who needs a bear that ******** huge, though? It just takes up space." But apparently it was a great thing to cuddle or something.

"Yeah, okay, okay, same here, we went through that," he mumbled quickly.

Jack's steps faltered ever so slightly at the news. She did what now? He gave Chel an incredulous frown. "Why'd you trade?" he asked, and then he remembered: money issues. "You know we didn't have to literally watch the movies right that second, right? I mean I could have chipped in too if I'd known." Now, not so much thanks to his previous trips, but the thought counted.