Sam and Jack - Upstairs, post-return

[necessary_child]

It took them a while to find Jack's room, in the end - too many distractions - but they got there eventually.

They've been there for some time now. Finally they're still, or close enough, breathing heavily and curled tight around each other in a shared warmth that's more than bodyheat.

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[othercaptjack]

Jack isn't sleeping.

He doesn't, much, although he still can, but tonight his brain's constantly ticking over and he stares thoughtfully at the ceiling. There's too much to process.

He is, however, lying considerately still, in case Sam wants to rest.

[necessary_child]

Sam isn't sleeping either, although he's sleepy by now: however still Jack might be, curled so close against him he can't be unaware of his wakefulness. After a while reaches up and across slightly, tracing his fingers through the other man's hair.

Softly, "You okay?"

[othercaptjack]

Jack doesn't look down, but smiles lightly as ever.

The pause, however, is just a little too long before he replies.

"...Sure."

[necessary_child]

Sam lifts his head up a little to look at him.

"You're a terrible liar, Jack Harkness."