Not the usual questions he was used to being asked upon waking up with someone. Tension coiled at the base of his neck, his brow puckering slightly as he turned his mind back, trying to come up with an answer that would properly explain Jack's presence in his bed.
"Went to get a drink and mingle, then came back here to sleep," he said at last, tilting his head towards Jack, looking him over as if some clue might be discerned there. He looked the same as he remembered him, nothing extraordinary there though considering what Jack had told him (and would there be a reason for their bodies to age here if it was all virtual, or would the wardens do it to add realism?).
"Which is a pity, because any night with you I am sure is worth remembering," he teased, trying to lighten the mood.