A few quips quickly made Jack Stewart forget the feeling of tightness in his chest, and he seemed to have relaxed a lot.
Except that his eyes were still slightly red.
"Hannah Winter, just wait until you have to do overtime on set!"
As if infuriated, he threw down those words and left the room.
After a while, he came back in and said dryly, "Don't eat takeout, I ordered home cooking for you, it'll be delivered soon."
Hannah was focused on her game, but she still responded, "Okay."
Jack paused for a moment before ultimately not saying anything more and closed the door behind him.
It was too quiet.
There was nobody in the hotel corridor.
The sorrow felt like it was sweeping over him again, enveloping everything.
His chest felt too stuffy, and peculiarly, his heartbeat was stronger than it had ever been before.
