Something Janna was grateful for.

She leaned back, sinking into the couch, letting her head fall back as her eyes slid shut. These visits, no matter how little physical effort they required, always left her drained. It was hard seeing her brother the way he was now, hair disheveled, sideburns unkempt. He used to be so handsome, his disposition bright and sunny. Always well-kept too; before the breakdown Janna couldn't remember a day that Jack didn't look perfect, unlike herself who always woke up late and only ever spent five minutes on her appearance.