Adam watched out of the sides of his eyes, smiling just a little, both at Jack and the normalcy of it all. Back to normal, to domesticity, to something he remembered reading about before, but which he hadn't touched, hadn't felt in a very long time. He could remember when, but he wouldn't, pushing thoughts aside that might soften parts of him he still wanted hard and sharp.
"Yes, well. It's still quite the collection. I never got in the habit, but perhaps you'll inspire me." Perhaps to more things than clothes shopping. It hung there, but he didn't say it, instead sliding into the bed next to Jack and tugging the blankets up, half-huddling under them as if external warmth could reach the internal chill.
He allowed himself the weakness of curling close to the other man, sliding one arm around him in a way that could almost be called snuggling, though Adam would probably snarl at anyone who tried to call it that. It was a strange sort of fast-intimacy that had sprung up around them, around the situation, around their lives as they twined together and parts of it still confused him. But Jack being close was oddly comforting, despite the fact that he knew far too well that Hiro or Peter one could both pop in her, freeze time, and take him before Jack could react. He had to trust that they wouldn't, relax into the comfort of the other man's presence, and believe.
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Date: 2007-12-12 08:49 pm (UTC)"Yes, well. It's still quite the collection. I never got in the habit, but perhaps you'll inspire me." Perhaps to more things than clothes shopping. It hung there, but he didn't say it, instead sliding into the bed next to Jack and tugging the blankets up, half-huddling under them as if external warmth could reach the internal chill.
He allowed himself the weakness of curling close to the other man, sliding one arm around him in a way that could almost be called snuggling, though Adam would probably snarl at anyone who tried to call it that. It was a strange sort of fast-intimacy that had sprung up around them, around the situation, around their lives as they twined together and parts of it still confused him. But Jack being close was oddly comforting, despite the fact that he knew far too well that Hiro or Peter one could both pop in her, freeze time, and take him before Jack could react. He had to trust that they wouldn't, relax into the comfort of the other man's presence, and believe.
It was a hard thing to do.