Bruce had tried. He really did, you know? Jack had never been his best friend and he could live with that. The other Misfits had accepted him graciously and well, you can't please everyone right? Needless to say, Jack never kept his dislike of Bruce a secret.

He never really understand why Jack didn't like him. Not until he had backed Bruce into a corner and began shouting at him. This was about Anna, it had always been about Anna. He didn't know that Jack had feelings for her. If he had, maybe things would've ended diffferently. Bruce certainly didn't want to make things worse in a place he was going to be calling home at least for the next little while.

But he was in far too deep to turn back now. He liked Anna. Quite a bit, in fact, and as far as he was concerned, she felt the same way. Except, Jack wasn't listening to reason, while he was backing Bruce against that wall. He wasn't listening to Bruce when he was telling Jack things were about to get ugly. By the time he realized what was happening, it was too late. He cradled his jaw, eyes pinched shut against the pain. When he opened them, everything was static.