"Yeah," Jack agreed. "Miguel's a great guy. His whole family is, Luke and I only threatened his brother a little before he married Katie." Despite their usually peaceable natures, both Fortescue brothers were protective over their sister. But it was better off for both of their chances of survival if she did not know about that, especially them taking her fiance off to the side to talk to him before the wedding. They had just wanted to size him up on their own.
No one tell the middle child that her brothers had committed such a 'caveman-ish' act. Otherwise they would have to start wearing cups to protect themselves.
For the most part the replies back and forth between Miguel and himself were not particularly all that funny all on their own. Especially as they did talk about Marla towards the end. Still, his caffeinated mind thought it was all pretty hilarious. Not the Marla part, because she seriously must have been a great white in her previous life. As predatory and a bit frightening as she was.
"Miguel thought that because we were in my room that /we would be in the middle of going at it/ on the floor when he showed up, I think." The momentary slip into Spanish was not only unconscious, but it was not even registered. Jack had grown up in a bilingual environment, where is native language was... Spanglish. Really he was just entertained by the amount of exasperation that Miguel could pack into a single texted entry, with his exclamation points, question marks AND italics.
He really should have been thinking, he really should have listened to what he had told her earlier. Hell, what he had told Miguel just a few moments ago. That he did not want Eve when he could not absolutely be sure that she was thinking straight about wanting him back. But still...
Since the laptop was on the top of the padded table's surface, he did not worry about it falling off as he abandoned it. Even if he had been actually thinking enough to worry about it. Instead he was far more intent on turning towards Eve, and sliding his arms around her, dipping his head to kiss her. One of his arms was around her waist, while his other hand was at her jaw, tilting her head back. Driving his fingers into her hair, as his mouth covered hers.
Really he should have been thinking about the fact that she was banged and bruised, but if he had thought those words, he would have gotten caught up on the first adjective there.