Poison relaxes back, lets Jack put him where he wants him. There's a moment, when the restraints loop around his wrists, that he feels a tiny stab of panic. But it's Jack, and he trusts him with everything, and after a breath he relaxes again.

He lolls his head to the side to keep his eyes on Jack, curious, since he's still dressed. But that's not weird. Not for them.

"Jack?"