Jack snorted and when the Doctor pulled away he was greeted with a tender smile. "I know how hard it is to stop thinking. I generally need...help."
Booze, pot, sex, a fight, or time off on his own to rage at the universe and then pull himself back together was Jack's typical way. He'd found that he was doing any and all of them less and less. He wasn't sure why; he knew nothing had gotten easier. Maybe he'd just grown up a little. Maybe he'd let go a bit. It wasn't likely, but when John vanished from his arms, something had definitely changed.
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Date: 2008-12-29 04:20 am (UTC)Booze, pot, sex, a fight, or time off on his own to rage at the universe and then pull himself back together was Jack's typical way. He'd found that he was doing any and all of them less and less. He wasn't sure why; he knew nothing had gotten easier. Maybe he'd just grown up a little. Maybe he'd let go a bit. It wasn't likely, but when John vanished from his arms, something had definitely changed.