[The worst part is Jack’s enhanced metabolism has him burning through most substances before they can really affect him, and it takes much, much more than a six pack to get him buzzed. Ana sees right through that, he’s sure, but he won’t openly address it. The beer is an excuse, more than anything else. He likes the taste, and he likes sharing it with his friends.
Or people who are, sometimes, slightly more than friends.]
Company, maybe.
[That much is obvious. It would be very easy for Jack to lock himself away in his quarters after a long day of fielding less-than-friendly phone calls, but he owes it to Ana not to, and he finds himself leaning back in his chair, taking in her presence behind him.]
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Or people who are, sometimes, slightly more than friends.]
Company, maybe.
[That much is obvious. It would be very easy for Jack to lock himself away in his quarters after a long day of fielding less-than-friendly phone calls, but he owes it to Ana not to, and he finds himself leaning back in his chair, taking in her presence behind him.]
Isn't gonna do us any good to be alone.