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Jack could see the other smiling and he sent a tired glare his way.
He downs some of his coffee and relaxes into the table, melting against the cool counter top. He took a few more sips of coffee. “Yeah, unlike you I’ll make someone coffee” a light jab as he stood, ruffling Jesse’s hair like the old days.
A bad habit perhaps? Something from so long ago, muscle memory.
Meandering towards the pantry, Jack pulled out a few ingredients and a bowl. Everyone liked waffles. “You want some?” he asked, looking over at Jesse.
The warmth of the coffee as much as the caffeine helped Jesse wake up, and as time passed, the outlaw seemed closer and closer to being able to do some minimal functioning. Rumpled and tired, yes, but at least his eyes were open, silently enjoying his coffee along with the elder man.
“Can’t share worth shit, though,” Jesse countered with a smirk, eyes following Jack as he stood to his feet, obviously happy to jab at Jack as much as the other was for him. His bravado was temporarily lost, though, as he felt a hand in his hair, ruffling it up- not that the gesture was bad but… long forgotten. An act from his youth, from the good times at Blackwatch. From the praises he’d get from superiors- from Jack, even though he wasn’t his commander. Something welled in Jesse’s chest, and he promptly took a moment to stomp it out before he figured out whatever the hell it was.
Jesse blinked his expression (no doubt confused, or even startled), and brought his attention back to Jack once again, having to tilt full-body, wrap an arm over the back of his chair and lean back to the side, to be able to get a comfortable sight of the other, “Depends. You expectin’ me to help?”
Jesse would help, admittedly, but he wasn’t about to get up on his own volition without some encouragement. Or bribery.
"If you make the eggs and bacon you can eat as much as you want" replies with a nod. "Hell, I'll make you another cup of coffee" he replied, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning backs against he counter to watch Jesse.
He caught the wide-eyed sort of look plastered on Jesse's face how ever momentary when he turned around. "Unless you want to make a friendly wager", Jack have a wide grin, using his hands to prop himself up against the counter some instead now.
"How bout it?" He asked with raised brows.
