“You know I like when you feed on me, cousin,” Jack says In a softer voice. He’s still not so open in showing how he feels in public even though most people know there’s something. He lets Klaus lead him. Instinctively he’s hyper aware of his surroundings, every face and scent he can catch.

“If I knew I could have taken care of it instead of running away to you,” Jackson sighs because if nothing else he is proud and needing help is not a strong suit of his.

“Feed and then we can worry about the problem? Though I’m not sure you can figure it out either.”