And then she picks up her cane and inspects his ass in those pants and gives him a little swat and they're off to breakfast. There are hash browns today.

He jumps and laughs when he's swatted, then follows after her and gets food.

"Huh."

"Hm?"

"Jackson's collared."

"Oh thank fucking god."

"Yeah. I should congratulate him later or something."

Nod.

Om nom food!

And then Isabella kisses him and heads off to class.

And he walks toward Jackson. "Hey, there."

"Hi!" chirps Jackson.

"You seem happy," he says, taking a seat.

"Mm-hm!" He tilts his head back as though the collar were not visible enough before.

"Yes, I noticed that," he laughs. "Congratulations!"

"Thanks," says Jackson, squirming beamily in his seat.

"What's he like? What's his name?"

"His name is Mason and he reaaaaally knows what he's doing with that whip," says Jackson dreamily, "and he thinks I'm pretty and he had to drive me back to campus because the buses don't run as late as we were up and I think I'm in love."

"Awwwww!"

Grin! Self-conscious touching of collar!

"That's adorable. I'm really happy for you!"

"And he was just out there walking around and all I had to do was go into town and why did I never do that before?"

"Depression?"