Jack just groaned under the blanket, willing her to give up and go away because he was starting to develop a massive headache - and then the blanket disappeared, yanked off by one overzealous princess of Dunbroch. He bolted upright, startled, hair a (more than usual) mess from the blanket and - aw, shit. Bruise right out in the open and visible and everything.

He stared at her for about three seconds. Then rolled his eyes.

"Fine, it's yours. I just want to sleep."

Doing his best to avoid any questions, he rolled off the bed and landed light-footed on the floor. He flopped onto the bottom bunk without another word, crawled under the blankets again, and rolled over to face the wall.