[for Tosh]

It had been nearly a week and that was plenty of time for Jack to think about, to disregard bits, and to get over what Tosh had said. Everything except leave. That kept eating at him. Leave.

He was fine with it on day one. Day three it bothered him. Now? Now it was driving him crazy. Leave? Leave?

He was at her hut before he'd thought much more about it. He had no plan, just confusion and hurt and he had to know for sure. Leave?

"Tosh?"