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[thewolfinside]

Jason sits in the middle of the bed, flipping though a book, not really reading just skimming. He can hear the others watching a movie, laughing at the predictable plotline. Ella's shrieks reach him occasionally, telling him that someone is playing with the girl. Dinner had gone over well, and no one had died yet, so apparently he'd done a good job.

Now he was sitting there, moping for some reason he couldn't figure out. Wanting to be alone, but not really.