Jack closed his eyes, muscles under the Master's hand slowly tensing and then relaxing as he stretched into the contact with a soft groan. His fingers on the Master's shoulder curled tighter for a second, then his hand slid down the Master's arm. "You okay?" he asked, without opening his eyes. He should get up. He would get up. He was, at present, so busy soaking up physical contact that he wasn't even motivated enough to worry about being particularly coherent.