[ Jack puts the handcuff back on them, though his sour expression doesn't really lessen much here. He glances up to Rhys as if he's confirming that he's not taking a picture with his eye, but he's satisfied enough considering he heads to the bed without further comment on that. Though predictably, he does end up smiling and chuckling over Rhys's comment, since that's exactly why Jack says the shit he does. Watching people react? Always hilarious.
They both settle in the bed, and Jack absolutely has no objections to the back-to-back arrangement here. At least if nothing else, Rhys can relax himself with regards to Jack being Jack, because it's easy to feel him relaxing. He doesn't quite drift off to sleep, but if nothing else, that tension abates the longer they lay there.
Uncomfortably.
It's probably about an hour or so of just kind of shifting and trying to find a more comfortable configuration here to go to sleep, but. It's actually very quickly apparent to Jack that this isn't going to work. However, he realizes just as quickly what will, and that part is, uh. It's a problem? He has some pride here, or at least, that's what he keeps thinking to himself.
But, eventually, just laying there uncomfortably awake is more annoying than the alternative. Jack shifts so that he's looking back over his shoulder towards Rhys, glancing at him with the good eye. ]
Okay, so. I'm definitely still super awake because this is-- Goddammit, this is not even a little comfortable.
[ He thinks about asking, but in his mind, asking also just makes this worse... So Jack shifts instead and flips over, even if it's a little awkward because of how they're cuffed together. Jack is still stiff and uncomfortable, at least to start, but all things considered, that's probably fair, considering he's just shifted to be the big spoon. There's not even a rude, smartass comment. Jack legitimately has none. He doesn't even want to acknowledge that this just happened. ]
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They both settle in the bed, and Jack absolutely has no objections to the back-to-back arrangement here. At least if nothing else, Rhys can relax himself with regards to Jack being Jack, because it's easy to feel him relaxing. He doesn't quite drift off to sleep, but if nothing else, that tension abates the longer they lay there.
Uncomfortably.
It's probably about an hour or so of just kind of shifting and trying to find a more comfortable configuration here to go to sleep, but. It's actually very quickly apparent to Jack that this isn't going to work. However, he realizes just as quickly what will, and that part is, uh. It's a problem? He has some pride here, or at least, that's what he keeps thinking to himself.
But, eventually, just laying there uncomfortably awake is more annoying than the alternative. Jack shifts so that he's looking back over his shoulder towards Rhys, glancing at him with the good eye. ]
Okay, so. I'm definitely still super awake because this is-- Goddammit, this is not even a little comfortable.
[ He thinks about asking, but in his mind, asking also just makes this worse... So Jack shifts instead and flips over, even if it's a little awkward because of how they're cuffed together. Jack is still stiff and uncomfortable, at least to start, but all things considered, that's probably fair, considering he's just shifted to be the big spoon. There's not even a rude, smartass comment. Jack legitimately has none. He doesn't even want to acknowledge that this just happened. ]