Oh don't start!

Distracted was putting it mildly, and he knew that everyone at the Hub could see it too. Of course it wasn't as if he had much to divulge to them. There were the glances though, burning gazes at the back of his head that the moment he turned to face them snapped away as if caught doing something they knew they shouldn't be doing.

He thought for sure that Gwen would question him, all her needing to know just what made him tick, it had to be eating at her to see him so out of his element. Yet there he was seated at his desk in the Hub trying not to think about the fact that there was a four hundred year old man at his flat, that had been buried alive... and that Jack had grown a bit more than fond of him. Of course all the unanswered questions were inching up in his conscious as well. None of it made any of it any easier.

Still he'd just taken off. Flight to Japan and back again without so much as an explanation as to just what had gone on. It was routine for Jack, they should have been aware of it by now, that not every thing he did had an answer available to give, even to them. It was better for them, or at least that was what he convinced himself of. Glancing to the clock he was relieved that it had been a slow day, well relatively slow at least. Owen was off looking into something or another and the rest of the cases had been tied up for a few days now. Jack could have taken time off, he could have just rested up, stayed in bed and taken care of things for Adam.

Instead he felt torn... because he wasn't sure what to even think, and having Adam in his flat... around him all the time wasn't helping him keep a clear head on it all. So the time apart was something he needed, and he knew Adam needed it as well. A time to just be alone and not with anyone around him to ask questions that Jack knew wouldn't be easy to answer. Questions Jack knew he had more than a few of.

Standing up he grabbed his coat off the rack and said his good nights to Tosh, telling her not to stay too late. He stopped and picked up something for dinner and then headed up to his flat. Keys slid into the door and his toe pushed it open, hands still holding the food. A few steps into the room and his foot nudged the door shut behind him before the food was placed on the counter. The chill in the room surrounded him, even with his big coat, but he didn't actually mind. Temperatures didn't seem to phase him these days, and he could see the slight flush to Adam's cheeks proof that once more he had been standing in the cold. It was the moments like this, where Jack saw something he hated seeing in anyone, and it was that exact reason why Jack knew he was right going into work.

It pulled at him, tugging him in so many different directions he wasn't even sure which way was up, let alone right. All he saw was the despair and the half empty gaze from across the room. Jack let his eyes meet Adam's and in that silence Jack wished he already had all the answers, but he knew he was far from that moment... so far he couldn't even think what the horizon looked like.

"You didn't have to shut that," Jack's words cut across the cold of the room before he started to move toward Adam. "The window, I mean."

Thursday was a loss. Well not entirely a loss, but the day had slipped by them and they'd only been out of the hotel room the morning of. The rest of the had been spent ordering food in, laughing and trying to find stories that could top the others. Of course Jack did have an advantage of the travels with the Doctor, but it barely scraped the surface of four-hundred years worth of tales. Still it was worth the effort, and as the day shifted to night and they moved from the bed to the couch, back to the bed more than a few times it was evident that the day was going to be a loss, and one both of them didn't mind taking.

So waking up in the hours of what some could consider the late morning Jack stretched beside Adam sleeping beside him, feeling the slight heavy weight of an arm across his side. His hand took hold of the wrist easing it off of him as he slipped from the bed rubbing at the back of his head. A glance to the mirror above the dresser made him nearly laugh at how his hair happened to be in quite a disarray of sorts. Jack moved to the bathroom rinsing his hands and splashing cool water on his face and letting it run through his hair a bit getting it at the very least to stop sticking up so much in the back. He brushed his teeth too trying to rid his mouth of the slight sting of the alcohol that still lingered at the back of his throat.

He used the bathroom as well, realizing quickly just how much they'd drank through the night, and washed his hands once more before returning to the room. Kneeling onto the bed he shifted until he was beside Adam, letting his fingers trace through his hair until he stirred awake, "See now that's the perfect thing to see in the morning."