[John grins as he says it, shifting up to nuzzle Jack's temple. Ianto bumps his head against the other side of Jack's in agreement.
They know he's not okay, but he's not upset.
Ianto scoots so he can prop his head up in one hand and keep his hand comfortably on Jack's stomach. There's a strangeness to the curve he presses his palm against absently--and he wonders if John remembers when the baby will start kicking. Maybe he's feeling a tiny foot...]
Feel like sharing? You have so few good dreams--s'ok if you want to keep it to yourself. You're allowed.
[John agrees, emphatically, by setting his head on Jack's shoulder, and reaching across him to run his fingers along Ianto's forearm as far as he can reach without moving from his spot.]
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[John grins as he says it, shifting up to nuzzle Jack's temple. Ianto bumps his head against the other side of Jack's in agreement.
They know he's not okay, but he's not upset.
Ianto scoots so he can prop his head up in one hand and keep his hand comfortably on Jack's stomach. There's a strangeness to the curve he presses his palm against absently--and he wonders if John remembers when the baby will start kicking. Maybe he's feeling a tiny foot...]
Feel like sharing? You have so few good dreams--s'ok if you want to keep it to yourself. You're allowed.
[John agrees, emphatically, by setting his head on Jack's shoulder, and reaching across him to run his fingers along Ianto's forearm as far as he can reach without moving from his spot.]