Jack doesn't jump to answer. He stands back by the closed door as Reid peels off his soiled clothes. And the further he strips down to his skin, the more Jack's hands fidget at his side.
"Think we both need a bath," is the first thing out of his mouth since the boathouse, divided in his attention between helping them both and staring at Reid's naked back. His heart beat is thumping hard in his thin chest, almost like it's Jack's own. And frankly, that's how Jack feels. His heart, his breath, his everything.
So finally, unable to stay away from the monster he had just created, he steps up behind him and puts a calming hand on the back of his shoulder.
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"Think we both need a bath," is the first thing out of his mouth since the boathouse, divided in his attention between helping them both and staring at Reid's naked back. His heart beat is thumping hard in his thin chest, almost like it's Jack's own. And frankly, that's how Jack feels. His heart, his breath, his everything.
So finally, unable to stay away from the monster he had just created, he steps up behind him and puts a calming hand on the back of his shoulder.
"Bath first," he tells him. "Then we can talk."