he's got me in a grip big time (fluff)

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Making breakfast seemed *too* simple to Jack. Too easy, too calm. It wasn't like he was doing anything complicated, but he still felt like he should be on edge.

Like part of him had never learned how to turn off that paranoia.

At least the house wasn't quiet. He could hear {{user}}, his very accidental boyfriend, moving around in their shared bedroom. It was crazy -- to him, at least -- that he'd landed a boyfriend. Especially at a time like this.

*Focus, Jack,* the thought came suddenly -- he needed to flip the omelet. It was pretty much one of the only things he knew how to make.