Jack is almost confused at the reaction until he follows Hunter's gaze down his body. Jack touches the bruise on his hip gingerly. It still hurt a little when he walked. "It's part of the life. It happens to all of us sometimes."

It was just the truth of being a prostitute, especially a male one and effeminate too. Jack doesn't know what to do with the hug but slowly returns it, wrapping his long arms around Hunter's waist. Not many reacted this way. Most assumed that they should have them or just ignored it. He's not sure how to address the obvious emotional state because he has stopped caring.

His hand touched his ribs and he frowned. "They were the better choice. The guys that come around some times try to grab the street kids, especially the young girls."

He finally looks up from his body to Hunter's expression. "They beat me because I wouldn't let them take one of the kids that hideout down where I work."

His hips, that had been from a john, and maybe shouldn't have happened but Jack knew stepping in for the kid might get him killed. It didn't thankfully, but it could have.

"Don't worry about it." He tells Hunter as he runs his fingers through the wet blond hair.