our conversations ain't long but you know what is (fearisgone) wrote in immune_ic,
Jax might have thought about finding out now what might or might not have fueled their make-out session, if he hadn't been so sleepy and if he hadn't wanted her to possibly think that was the only reason he'd wanted to hang out with her. Sometimes things seemed unnecessarily complicated, but he always did his best to try and make them less so. Because life could suck enough without stressing over stuff, in his opinion.
He liked her answer that maybe someday he'd find out if his speculations were right. That was promising, and it meant that he hadn't embarrassed her. Jax could be one of those people who'd say anything at any time, but Nick definitely wouldn't want to spend time with him if he acted like a jerk. Thus, no wildly off-color guess had been a good call.
As they sat there, he could hear the movie's dialogue coming in faintly, a comforting background noise. His breathing had evened out a little, and he was very close to dropping off completely when he heard Nick speak to him. "'M'awake," he mumbled, unable to open his eyes, sighing a little as he inhaled the scent of her hair, which indeed smelled awesome. "Kind of." What he really wanted to do was stretch out on the couch and wrap his arm around her that way, her back to his front, but that seemed like a little much. A few more seconds, and he added, "Sorry. Haven't slept great lately."