[After days of forced near-isolation, Jack sags into the hold gratefully, giving a soft, blissful little sound. He curls himself into the space left by the hollow of York's side, reaching for the offered mug and taking a small sip.]
Oh - yeah. [He licks his lips, curling his hands around the warmth and savoring his second taste.] That's the stuff.
Day 234 - midmorning - action
Oh - yeah. [He licks his lips, curling his hands around the warmth and savoring his second taste.] That's the stuff.