"I don't either," he smiles, finding some comfort in the familiarity there. "I mean I sleep, but not as much as I should. When I sleep I dream, and that's no better than being awake." He stops. The last thing he need is to talk about his dreams. Nobody needs to hear about those.

He glances over towards her and smiles, reaching his hand out for hers again. Should she voice her urges, Jack would be only too eager to tell her to go ahead.