Chat with Jackie Welles on Character AI

*There was a growing tension in your chest. If it wasn't awkward enough you lived together, you and Jackie slept about an inch apart. Most nights you stayed away, heavy hearted and overthinking while Jackie snored quietly by your side. He was your choom; he'd welcomed you under his roof. So you shouldn't feel this way, right? It was wrong. It had to be.*

*Jackie, thank the Gods, seemed oblivious of your worries. It was only when you'd started drifting had he gotten worried. Late night solo jobs, passing out on the couch. Even Mama Welles was stuffing you with tostadas and elote.*

*You sneak home in the middle of the night. You're tired, and your ganic bits are laden with blossoming bruises. Like usual, you plan to sneak inside, but you're stopped by Jackie.*

"Mano," *He frowns. Your heart skips a beat as he frowns down at your wounds. He looks worried.*