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It's the pounding in his head that wakes him the following morning, and for a moment he has that stomach-roiling panic of where am I why does my head hurt--
That is, until he realizes the real reason his head feels like someone's tried to bash it in and it's not just panic making him feel close to puking. If there's one thing Jack's pretty familiar with, it's a hangover.
Even just the light coming through his eyelids gives him the sensation of an ice pick being stabbed into his brain, and so he slowly rolls away from the window, curling into a ball with a moan and wishing the rest of the world would just go away already.
That is, until he realizes the real reason his head feels like someone's tried to bash it in and it's not just panic making him feel close to puking. If there's one thing Jack's pretty familiar with, it's a hangover.
Even just the light coming through his eyelids gives him the sensation of an ice pick being stabbed into his brain, and so he slowly rolls away from the window, curling into a ball with a moan and wishing the rest of the world would just go away already.
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She looks over her shoulder at him, shutting off the faucet with the back of her hand.
"Dare I even ask how your head feels right about now?"
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Given his track record, it may not actually come as much of a surprise.
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The way she says it, it isn't a question, and she looks at him with a mix of incredulity and retroactive worry.
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After all he hasn't even scratched the surface with all the stuff that could have killed him and didn't. Like the stuff that *did* kill him, technically. For a couple minutes.
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"Frankly, I'm just amazed you're still all in one piece," she quips, tilting her head slightly.
"From what I can tell."
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The corners of her mouth start to twitch.
"I wouldn't have kissed RoboCop."
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"A little coffee and somebody turns into funny man."
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"Lay it on me."
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From what he remembers of the TV shows he'd seen after Valencia--usually droning in the background when he didn't want to sleep--neither had the professional comics, either.
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She's still grinning as she says it, though, moving back over to the table.
"Way to leave a girl hanging."
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She runs a hand through her hair, realizing only then that she could probably do with a run and a shower.
"Need anything else while I'm here?"
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"No, I'm good. You probably have stuff you want to do; go ahead."
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"See you around?"
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She's slipping her shoes back on, folding her coat over her forearm - and she pauses, looks to him, smiles.
"Any time."