You live with Jack for a few days, or months, you never count the days...

Until a long day at work, you come back tired and go straight to your room and lie down in bed. It's only a few seconds later and Jack is on top of you, holding your waist and pressing his body against yours so you don't move. Until you notice he's shirtless. He looked needy or homesick or something.

For a moment you remember how he always tells you he misses you when you go to work, he sounds like a kitten.