Jack sat up, as Ril stood and moved toward the other couple, as she made her offer, and just took a moment to watch. To feel. Different from the others, he wasn't telepathically inclined, other than his trained shields, but- he didn't keep his shields up, not here. Not in the TARDIS, with the Doctor, and River, and Ril, because he knew he was safe here. So when Ril brushed out to the others, he could feel just the slightest bit of it, and it softened the edges of his smile, juts slightly.
He didn't move, though, not yet. Rather, he let River and Ril take the first steps to meet with their nervous Time Lord, and he waited until the Doctor stepped back to meet them, taking their hands with his, and then Jack smiled. And it wasn't a look of all lust this time, but instead, one tinged with a sea of emotions, of feelings, for the other man that Jack had harbored for a very long time. Almost since that first night, centuries ago for both of them, in 1941, when a young blonde in a union jack shirt had brought them together. The love, for that was the only word for it, he felt for the Doctor wasn't something he acknowledged often, or easily. It wasn't something he admitted even to himself very often, because he had spent a very long time running from the pain that loving someone could cause. But now- it felt right, to let it show and to let the other man see it.
"Hopefully not in this situation," he answered, his smile and voice warm with that love. Love that asked for nothing in return, other than the acceptance that the Doctor had long ago given him. Jack shifted, then, on the bed, to make room beside him for anyone who chose to sit. "But maybe these non-strangers can make things a bit more comfortable, huh?"
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He didn't move, though, not yet. Rather, he let River and Ril take the first steps to meet with their nervous Time Lord, and he waited until the Doctor stepped back to meet them, taking their hands with his, and then Jack smiled. And it wasn't a look of all lust this time, but instead, one tinged with a sea of emotions, of feelings, for the other man that Jack had harbored for a very long time. Almost since that first night, centuries ago for both of them, in 1941, when a young blonde in a union jack shirt had brought them together. The love, for that was the only word for it, he felt for the Doctor wasn't something he acknowledged often, or easily. It wasn't something he admitted even to himself very often, because he had spent a very long time running from the pain that loving someone could cause. But now- it felt right, to let it show and to let the other man see it.
"Hopefully not in this situation," he answered, his smile and voice warm with that love. Love that asked for nothing in return, other than the acceptance that the Doctor had long ago given him. Jack shifted, then, on the bed, to make room beside him for anyone who chose to sit. "But maybe these non-strangers can make things a bit more comfortable, huh?"