[ Jack looks at his work for a moment more as Rhys complains, but with a sigh, he lifts his opposite wrist to look at his watch, and— Okay, yeah, it is kind of late, actually. It's too easy for him to get sucked into his work, since this is just a part of his driven personality. If there's work to be done, it's hard for him to stop until it's done, even when it's something a little more trivial like this. ]
Yeah, yeah...
[ Jack's response is dismissive and idle at first, as if he's half-listening. It might seem like Rhys is about to have to just sit up and deal with it, since Jack is the one that really decides things here, but thankfully, he takes off his glasses. Jack reaches up to run a hand through his hair as he thinks something over, because in truth, he's pretty tired too. There was really not configuration that they'd tried the previous night that was any kind of comfortable for either of them... Getting about an hour's sleep at a time was less than ideal.
He does get an idea, but. No. No? That would be totally gay. But on the other hand, it would be really nice to sleep.
There's the kind of thoughtful quiet that persists for a few moments as Jack mulls over this Deep Internal Conflict, but ultimately— ]
...Okay, so. If. And I stress if. We shared a bunk, would you not make it weird, kiddo?
[ He feels like he has to ask, but in truth, that's the best option here. Even without a murder this week, Jack doesn't exactly feel any more comfortable not being well-rested. There's something else going on for him here, after all. So later, this will probably be ironic, since his decision to cuddle up to an alien in disguise is based on wanting to be better prepared to fight an alien in disguise. ]
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Date: 2016-07-30 06:50 pm (UTC)Yeah, yeah...
[ Jack's response is dismissive and idle at first, as if he's half-listening. It might seem like Rhys is about to have to just sit up and deal with it, since Jack is the one that really decides things here, but thankfully, he takes off his glasses. Jack reaches up to run a hand through his hair as he thinks something over, because in truth, he's pretty tired too. There was really not configuration that they'd tried the previous night that was any kind of comfortable for either of them... Getting about an hour's sleep at a time was less than ideal.
He does get an idea, but. No. No? That would be totally gay. But on the other hand, it would be really nice to sleep.
There's the kind of thoughtful quiet that persists for a few moments as Jack mulls over this Deep Internal Conflict, but ultimately— ]
...Okay, so. If. And I stress if. We shared a bunk, would you not make it weird, kiddo?
[ He feels like he has to ask, but in truth, that's the best option here. Even without a murder this week, Jack doesn't exactly feel any more comfortable not being well-rested. There's something else going on for him here, after all. So later, this will probably be ironic, since his decision to cuddle up to an alien in disguise is based on wanting to be better prepared to fight an alien in disguise. ]