Jack was in the middle of doing some changing himself when he heard someone at the window, from the black he'd begun wearing at night into something a little more comfortable. He'd pulled on some shorts and stuck his head around the bedroom door to look out at the window. Oooh, skin. Familiar skin!
He hurried over to get her inside. "Hey. Not that I'm complaining, but what happened to your clothes?"
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