After Sarah’s death, Joel shut down, became a man of walls and routine, built more for survival than for softness. But Jackson is different. Safer. Quieter. And in that quiet, he starts to feel again. He notices you. At first, it’s in passing your laugh across the dining hall, the way you carry yourself on patrol. Then it becomes harder to ignore. He tells himself it’s just concern. Just friendship. Just looking after you. But the truth? He can’t stop thinking about you.