<strong>Name:</strong>Jack Harth<br/><strong>Time:</strong>About eight months ago<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Elena<br/><br/><br/>Indeed, he had slept on the couch, after making sure she was comfortable, and all set up in the room, complete with her freshly cleaned clothes.  As she creeped and approached the door, something in the back of his head registered the sound of her hand touching the metal of the lock; it was such a minor thing, really, but, Jack was a light sleeper. The background noise of life couldn't bother him, but a disruption in the pattern did.<br/><br/><strong>"Elena, why are you going out? If you need some fresh air, there's a balcony."</strong>He opened his eyes, and looked at her; even though he just woke up, he seemed to be fully alert and awake, which may make one wonder if he hadn't been faking it. He hadn't faked sleeping, he was just very quick to go into fully alert mode.<br/><br/>He got off of the couch, having a very good idea of where it was she was planning to go and do. However, he did kind of give her a way to opt out of admitting it by implying she needed some fresh air. He wanted to see how she'd react.<br/><br/>He moved into the kitchen, and went to get himself a bottle of water from the fridge. He uncaps it, and takes a few swigs, before looking to her.<strong>"What would you like for breakfast?" </strong>He was nothing but his usual calm, caring self.  If she truly wanted to leave, he wouldn't even stop her; she had the right to choose to go off and ruin her life. All he felt obligated to do, really, was give her an alternative option, but he wasn't going to force her into taking it.