bigbadbeardo:

Jack squints through his crooked glasses, and recognises the figure. Ryan. He’d recognise him anywhere. Smiling weakly, he trails over, as Ryan comes towards him. Thank God for the older man being here. “Hi Ryan”, he replies softly, trying not to sound as tired as he feels. “Ran into some skeletons… got hit in the arm a few times. That’s the worst of it”, he says, trying not to worry Ryan too much. “But it’s really something tonight… ran into some other things. Help?” he asks.

Ryan is worried, and Jack is very grateful. He’s close to dropping. He takes the arm, and leans into it.

Ryan frowns at Jack’s story. “The monsters do seem to be getting worse. We might have to set up a patrol one of these days.” He leads Jack to his home, being as patient as he can be on the steps. He ignores the small fluttering his chest. Jack looks exhausted. If he were out there any longer something worse could’ve happened. “Next time you should arm yourself better,” Ryan says, bringing Jack to his bed. He searches through the chests, looking for something to tend to his wounds. “We don’t wan to lose you."