There was nothing that Jack was expecting. That alone, perhaps, was unsettling enough. He liked to have a grasp on things in certain situations, and even if only a loose one, it was a grasp.

He was looking for answers? For reasons? For something even he really didn't know.

And he found it, but then again, not where he was expecting.

He found it in her lips pressed to his, and it was startling, and the reactions within him were mixed and polar opposites of each other. He wanted to pull back. It felt so much more. The touch felt just that little more, the lips against lips and how they brushed, the way they parted and moved. He wasn't ready for it, and so a hand braced against her arm tightened and very nearly pushed.

Pushed. Until it pulled.

And he held, and he responded, because just as much of him wanted to do that too.

And when it ended, he looked at her, and there was eye contact where there had been none.

He just smiled.