Analyzing his own feelings on all of this... Well, he supposed that could wait for later. Or, more likely, be suppressed until he could move past it. Yeah, that sounded more like him. For now he watched Jack, the tip of his tongue just so peeking out between his lip. "So what do I do about that?"

It was a rhetoric question, because even as he asked his hand shifted, tightening a little, feeling Jack through the fabric. "You didn't finish before, did you?" He looked down as if there would be any telltale signs. Or maybe just because he wanted to look at Jack's body. "And you were really thinking about me? Bet you say that to all the boys."