Room 222, Tuesday Afternoon

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Jackson could only ever have a good time for very short periods at a time, it seemed. And it had been a while since he'd last had a good time. The stress that had been with him for months and months now had started mounting again lately, making him even more twitchy and irritable than usual. Maybe staying away from Beacon Hills wasn't really

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[kirked]

Jim, conversely, was in a pretty great mood. His classes were done for the week, he'd gotten laid a few days ago and now he had a whole slew of free days ahead of him.

"Jackson!" he exclaimed as he made his way into the room. "Long time, no see, buddy!"

That was your fault, Jim.

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The glare Jackson sent his way said about the same thing.

"Happiest few days of my life," he drawled. That shirt had done nothing to get folded that sharply.

[kirked]

"Yeah, you seem really happy," Jim noted with a snicker. "You really need to work on that smile there, Jackson. It looks more like a glare."

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Jackson couldn't remember the last time he'd smiled. True story.

"I'll save that for the day you move out."