He didn't respond about the nickname. Jack leaned back against the wall and put an arm around the other man. Everyone got four letters or less if he could help it. Only one person had been special-- Jack wondered what the afterlife was like and decided just as quickly not to wonder any more. It wasn't a place for him.

He ran his fingers through lengthening dark hair. Someone needed a trim.

"Three months, but it's finished." Three months apart and Jack could still manage to be away from his bondmate when he was so close? It wasn't coldness. It was fortitude.