Ennis laughs and laughs until he's not laughing, he's coughing, and he's wiping tears away from his eyes because, coughing or not, he can't help be happy. Scary fucking strippers aside, it was a damn good night, and he had some damn good alcohol and he came back to a damn good bed with a damn good man in it.

The look he gives Jack says he can pretty well imagine what she suggested.