Jay hesitated... then opened it.

Jack:

How's the wound?

Does it still hurt?

Jay stared at the screen, frozen. His fingers hovered over the keyboard, unsure.

How could Jack still care?

After everything?

After Jay had disappeared without a word? After pretending that kiss never happened?

After swearing to his father that he hated him?

Jay leaned against the wall, his body suddenly heavy.

He typed, then paused and deleted.

Typed again.

Jay:

It's healing. Slowly.

You don't have to check on ...