Jareth followed after Adelisa, heading back into the hospital room. He wasn’t sure how to feel about their little chat. Odd? Relieved? Curious? He definitely felt… odd. This vacation was supposed to be fun, but sadness was etched into the hollows under his cheekbones. He felt like shit, and he supposed he should. He’d pushed things too far with Delilah, too quickly, without thinking things through. Acting on impulse was about the only thing those two had in common, and the main reason they were so volatile as a couple. Surely everything wasn’t his fault? But maybe it was… Her parents were right, she deserved better than him, he could never be the father she’d want for their child. And now he never would be.

Plopping back down in the chair, Jar closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. Maybe if he thought hard enough, he could teleport himself back onto the beach, bare feet warm in the sand, alone, away from all of this. Looking up, he realized it was now Delilah’s turn for an Adelisa talk. Lord only knows what that would look like. For some reason, Jareth hoped that Lila wouldn’t tell her [i]everything[/i], but he wasn’t sure why that mattered to him. 

So, now it was just the boys in the room. “I think today would have been a whole lot better if you guys had responded to my text about surfing. We should be doing more vacation things, we did pay a shit ton of money to be here. We should be flirting with women, not death.” He gave a pointed look to Hunter to go along with the jab. Jar looked to Grant now “What have you been up to? Haven’t seen you around much at all, catching some tail and not telling us?” The smirk was meant to be teasing and playful, but the grimness behind his eyes left it a little bit empty.