And Jack steps aside to let him through, flinching at the noise of the door. He stares at the closed door for a few seconds more, and then looks over at Pratt, face-down on his bed.

Okay.

Jack points his thumb at the couch. "Hey, I'm going to crash on your couch for a bit if you're still good for that. If you decide to kill me later, try to do it without waking me up, I'm a little violent when I'm startled."