When Jack got back from the bathroom, the cold winter light was just trickling through the blinds, showing Daniel well to his night-time eyes. Daniel looked silver-grey in the moonlight, his skin smooth and his shoulder a sharp and soft angle at the same time.

Daniel rolled over as Jack's hip rested on the bed, his hand reaching out in a gesture automatic and yet full of intention. The hand would look, Jack knew, until it found him, or Daniel's eyes would open, some internal alarm setting him awake and off to look for Jack if the hand could not find him.

Jack's hand slid around the outside of Daniel's, and his spine settled back into the mattress. He was a little afraid Daniel would wake more, but he couldn't resist levering his own shoulder under Daniel's head, feeling the late-night stubble of Daniel's jaw gently stabbing his skin, and the corner of Daniel's mouth against him too. Daniel came easily into his arms, fit against him, again automatically, the ease of a long repeated action. Jack's arm settled solidly around his shoulders.

Daniel's impossibly long eyelashes swept open and the eyes, dark and bleary in the night, searched too.

"Go back to sleep, baby," Jack whispered into the edge of his hair, his mouth against warm skin, and Daniel subsided on a silent sigh, breathing into Jack's chest, sleeping.