Poison's doing his best, Jack can tell, and he appreciates that, even if he does blush darkly anyway. He goes to the bathroom, figures out how to pee. He was around Jillie enough that it occurs to him to wipe.

Jesus.

He comes back into the bedroom and, this time, he leaves his hands where they are at his side.

"Well?" he asks, tilting his head, hair spilling over one bare shoulder.