Alright. Note to self: Gray... not a good idea. Avoid that one like the Arcateenian 'itch'.
"Never. I'm a victim of circumstance," John swore playfully and slid his elbow across the cold bar top, getting in closer to Jack, "Worst luck in the galaxy. So, all the way out here, in the states... can't see this being your choice vacation, but if you'd like to take me home with you, we can try and salvage the situation. Since I'm apparently a hero an' all."
He smiled with that and reached toward the other's chest, smoothing the lapels of his thick wool greatcoat under his fingers.
"That is if everything comes back from the dead just as reliably," he added, fingertips beginning a walk down the fabric of Jack's button down shirt where his coat wasn't quite closed.