He'd forgotten just how touchy-feely Jack was. Hadn't bothered him at all with the other Jacks he'd met here - hell, he'd liked it - but now, with one who felt like that first one he'd met here... it was hard. It was really hard.
Except that when Jack kissed him, just as when that first Jack had kissed him, all that got swept out the window. He could still feel the wrongness, but somehow it didn't seem to matter anymore.
He felt a slow grin spread across his face.
"You know, I could do that, couldn't I? Well, I could if I thought I had any chance of remembering any of this when I went back home."