Shae had, in fact, been just about to ask that precise question, but the expression on Jack's face stopped him mid-breath. He wasn't sure what to make of the slightly glazed, haunted look in those familiar blue eyes, but something inside him responded, and he immediately felt an answering sense of calm wash over him.
As Shae glanced over his shoulder at the pair on the bed, the cool press of air against his lower body suddenly registered, and he looked down to confirm that....yup, naked. Surprisingly (or probably unsurprisingly), he was unashamed by his complete and utter exposure, and he leaned back against the windowframe with arms folded across his chest, completely on display. What point was there in being embarrassed? They'd obviously already seen as much of one another, even if none of them could quite remember.
There was something almost laughable in the idea of Jack playing mediator, but even more amusing was the fact that the situation needed mediating at all. Shae was well and full aware of the history between his two bedmates, and he was surprised the pair of them hadn't already fallen into bed together; a thick and nearly palpable tension seemed to constantly envelop them, and since Shae had never been one to deny himself that kind of gratification, he had a hard time understanding why anyone else would. Hell, this was exactly what he'd been fantasizing about for weeks!
But Kami was genuinely upset at the thought of their sexual escapades, so now the focus shifted back to calming her down (and not, unfortunately, ogling her goodie bags.) He hesitated for just a moment before pushing away from the window and heading toward the bedroom door.
"Gon' grab some towels," he said, trying to keep his tone nonchalant as he gestured in the direction of the bathroom. "Den mebbe we' git somet'ing ta eat. DEN...we' figguh out what ta do 'bout dis." With that said, he disappeared into the hall to retrieve the promised goods.