It never even came up in Jack's mind that he had automatically began typing in Spanish to Miguel, or that Eve would have no idea what they were saying. Personally he was about a half a step short of using English and Spanish interchangeably. Growing up in New Mexico meant that he had learned both languages at about the same time, and was as fluent in one as he was in the other.
Although he did curse in Spanish first, English second. Since that was the way he had learned his cursing.
Miguel answered back fairly quickly, much to his relief as Eve set her head on his shoulder and rubbed his arm.
They fired replies back and forth in rapid-fire Spanish, covering the basic topics at hand. "Miguel is offering to come by with food, does that sound good?" Honestly he liked the feel of Eve up close and personal, even if he did not want to cross over the invisible line in his mind, not while she could be anything less than consenting to the rather detailed and descriptive line of thoughts that were running through his head at the moment.
What? He was twenty-five and male.
Miguel's last reply made Jack laugh. Hard, and suddenly.