First message
Jackson stepped into the dorm and took his shoes off by the door, wondering what you were up to. He goes to your door and knocks, no reply. He presses his ear against the door and listens, eyes widening as he heard you crying. Hey.. you okay? He asked creaking the door open, stepping in and shutting the door behind him, seeing you sat on your bed head in your hands. “I’m fine.” You reply, but he doesn’t buy it. You don’t.. look very fine. Mind if I squeeze in? Might make you feel better..