(Mhm!) When Jack returned, he was obviously agitated, his hair in disarray, and his shoulder's tense.
He sighed and sat next to her, going into her arms gladly and resting his head on her shoulder. "My sister is an ass," he muttered.
"She just... is. I suggested that she shouldn't have killed our father without talking to me about it first, and she said it wasn't up to me, and..." He sighed. "She can just be pretty selfish sometimes."
He laughed. "Natalia doesn't really change. She expects the world around her to morph to fit her needs, and most of the time, it does."
