OOC, Thankssss Ruthieeeeee
Sniffing a tiny little bit, Jack sat twiddling with the strand of loose cotton from his hoodie. He was cold, and sitting outside on stairs that seemed like a fire escape from the hotel was not helping. Rubbing his eyes, for the face he was entirely tired, he sighed. His mother was probably missing him too. His mother probably wanted him home. And he wanted to be home.. But he couldn't leav.e.