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this Jack had slept. He'd slept a full and good night's sleep for the first time in longer than he cared to remember. And so when he woke it was comfortable and rested.
He was sprawled out on the couch, his coat that he'd pulled over some hours earlier now largely lying on the floor, and his head was nestled into the cushion beside his and Reinette's heads.
Awareness started to return to him, and with a yawn and a shift that settled his body a little more, he blinked his eyes open.
He realised then where he was and who he was with. A friend. A very good friend. He smiled.
"Morning," he said, and his voice was thick from sleep.