That was probably why he hadn't settled well in Loki's body. All he could manage to really do was the zip-zip and keep himself alive. Or pull himself together when he couldn't. He hadn't wanted to open the bag of cats.
Jack had been midbite, not quite to the chew stage, of enjoying the pastry in his hand, when Danny turned himself so that he looked like.. well Jack felt like he was looking in a mirror. The bite tumbled out with a plop onto the table, and he dropped the danish. "Holy shit."