Jack stroked her hair and fell silent, letting his eyes drift closed and just enjoying the feel of being near someone. It felt nice - the small weight of her on his chest, the sound of her breathing, the smell of her hair.
It was nice. More than nice really and a bit scary. He used to run from this. Now he found he didn't want to. And as he slowly drifted off to sleep he silently hoped she'd still be here when he got back from work.