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.
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Date: 2018-08-01 10:44 pm (UTC)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?"