Jareth didn’t know how long he’d spent sitting there staring at the patterns in the carpet. At some point he had pulled out his wallet and taken out the picture of Lila and himself that he still had. The photo was wrinkled and worn out, but it was a selfie of them happily kissing in the snow, on a road trip home to meet her parents. They were so happy on their way there, and oh so [b]not[/b] happy on their way back. Jar had put the photo back in his wallet and rested his head against the wall, exhaling heavily. The fact that everything was taking so long wasn’t a good sign…

Grant had finally showed up and stopped when he saw Jar in the hallway. [i]"Well, you look upset. Did your ex make out with your best friend too?”[/i] he asked.

“Not exactly.” Jar replied, it was quite the opposite actually, but Grant didn’t need to hear about that now. “But, uh, Hunter took off..." Jareth stood up and let out another deep exhale, as if he was preparing himself for a brave confession. It kind of was, he was about to admit something that even Delilah didn’t know about him. His college therapist told him that it wasn’t a good idea to internalize it so much, the fact that he’d lost his two best childhood friends in a horrible drunk driving accident in high school. And, that only a few weeks before graduation, he had to put on a suit and make a speech at the funeral for the only two people in the world that had showed him any kind of love. There was a reason that he wasn’t that close to his Crim Son band mates, Jessie and Eric. There was a reason that his new college friends were nothing like him. He picked safe friends this time around. He picked friends that he thought wouldn’t die on him. He had always thought, that if Hunter was going to die early, it would have been from a freak accident to go down in the history books, like his shotgun misfiring while shooting targets in his back yard. But not like this…

Jar looked at Grant with eyes swallowed deep in sorrow. “There is a reason I made us put our keys in the basket –“ he tried to keep his voice from cracking, but failed. “Hunter found them, I saw his keys in his hand when he was drunk and ran off… I know you’re probably pissed at him right now, but there’s a possibility that we might not see him alive again. I couldn’t catch him in time.” He was trying to convince himself that it wasn’t his fault, he’d taken the keys, he tried to prevent this, he tried to catch him, but he wasn’t quick enough. “I don't think I can handle watching a third best friend lowered into the ground because of this.” Jar admitted and his voice broke in sadness. 

Grant was still trying to process the intensity of Jar’s emotions when Hunter returned. His arm was in a sling and his forehead was bruised. Waves of relief washed over Jar. [i]”Alright, First off, sorry for telling you off Jareth…”[/i] Hunter began apologizing to the both of them while Jareth just stared in shock. “You’re alive!” Jar said when he finally found the words and he hugged his stupid mule of a friend tightly. Jar never really pretended to be a tough guy, he owned up to his sensitivity and felt unashamed to hug someone he cared about. At the same time, he did still have quite the temper, which usually only flared up when Lila and he fought. He could usually channel it into his music. Despite his friend being injured, Jar pushed him hard into the wall “Don’t you EVER do that again, you fucking idiot! You could have died! You look like you’re lucky that you didn’t.” Not to mention that getting a job would be next to impossible with a DUI charge under his belt. “You’re going to be a father, what were you thinking?”