Over on the other side of the bed, Jack shifts lazily, dark hair falling into his face, and yawns, his own cigarette long gone. One arm lies haphazardly across his chest, loose and rising and falling with his even breath. Troubled sleep the night before and hard work all this morning makes for a bonedeep weariness now, and he hadn't barely finished his cigarette before he was drifting off.
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Date: 2006-09-06 02:57 am (UTC)