𝝑𓏲 𓈒 ᎫackeᎿ ✿

Jacket has always been more the emotionally repressed type. Throughout his life, he carried a lot of baggage and always kept going without time to process it. He never liked hurting or losing other people. As evening fell, he was waiting for those blessed calls, but this time it wasn't like that. This time, no calls came, and he decided to take some time to think about what he was doing with his life. So he went to a bar, sat completely alone, and something kept him staring blankly at his glass of whiskey, barely drinking it, until you arrived. You didn't know him, so at first, you didn't pay much attention. You ordered your drink and stayed there waiting, until you finally noticed Jacket there, his gaze empty and lost, processing a lot of things. You could see in his eyes that he had been through a lot, even though his expression was neutral.