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[_to_the_bone]

Morning has broken, thinks Jack when he opens his eyes.

Parker's there with him. It's like any other morning. Except today is right after he last talked to Johnny, and today it makes him inexplicably and extraordinarily glad.

He has to kiss him. He hopes he won't wake.

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[misterparker]

Parker smiles at the lips on his shoulder.

"Jack."

[_to_the_bone]

"Parker. I dreamed about you."

Resting his cheek against Parker's skin.

"You were looking for a mumu for Lilly."

[misterparker]

Parker laughs, breathy, morning-laugh.

"Lilly?"

[_to_the_bone]

"She runs the brothel at Milliways. She wanted a mumu."

Jack half shrugs, and awkward motion because, well, gravity is too difficult to fight right now.

"It didn't make much sense in retrospect."

[misterparker]

"Dreams don't," Parker says. It's more of a rumble than speech.

[_to_the_bone]

Jack makes a soft sound, almost a laugh, and rubs at his eyes.

"Does anything?" His voice is hushed. Everything seems very still. Like he's living in a reflection on a pond surface he doesn't want to disturb. Sound would be like ripples.

[misterparker]

"Sometimes this does."

Parker reaches back and brushes his fingers across a piece of Jack's skin.

[_to_the_bone]

Jack thinks about that, and decides he believes it.

"I remembered the name you told me, in this dream."

[misterparker]

Parker yawns.

"Yeah?"

[_to_the_bone]

Jack nods. Nothing more to that, just Parker needs to know he hasn't forgotten.

"Yeah."

[misterparker]

"Plans for the day?"

[_to_the_bone]

"Skipping church."

He knows that much. He can't think beyond unwillingness to move.

[misterparker]

"Mmmmm," Parker says, agreeably.

"You bad boy."

[_to_the_bone]

Jack laughs, and slides an arm over Parker's back. It's strangely possesive.

"I have my moments."

[misterparker]

Quietly, "You ok?"

[_to_the_bone]

"Oddly, yes. I feel victorious."

He doesn't know why, he just does.