our conversations ain't long but you know what is (fearisgone) wrote in immune_ic,
Jax managed a sleepy smile when she poked him in the ribs; luckily, she didn't hit one of his ticklish spots. It embarrassed him to be ticklish, so maybe she just wouldn't find out about that. It wasn't especially manly, after all. "Mm-hmm," he mumbled, because she was right: he was only barely awake. Hopefully she wouldn't find that offensive or think it was because he was bored of her company, because that wasn't it at all. It was just nice to be close to another person, someone he liked and felt comfortable with, and to be warmer than it was possible to get with just one person, even when there were covers to climb under.
She didn't really seem to be urging him to wake up, so Jax kept his eyes closed, although he didn't really mind making conversation while he still could. It was also easier not to be defensive and over-think things; he wasn't crazy about admitting that he had nightmares. Who wanted to be thought of as some wuss who couldn't deal with things? He'd heard that dreams could be a person's way of coping with what they couldn't handle when they were fully awake, and that made perfect sense to him. You couldn't control what you dreamed about. Maybe he could downplay it enough that he wouldn't sound pathetic.
"Weird dreams," he murmured. "Then I can't get back to sleep." His speech was slower than usual, almost deliberate, not something Nick would have heard from him before. Being sleepy tended to do that. No telling what the hell he might say, but he was too drowsy to move, shift positions and maybe try to wake himself up somewhat. It was fairly likely that he'd be sound asleep within five minutes.