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Jack was horrified Daniel would shoot him. That stupid Russian had hypnotized him and Daniel would kill him.
The dumb-founded look on his face was priceless, according to Daniel.
"Well I thought you were about to shoot me." Jack replied with a half-hearted smack to the arm.
As the drive home continued, the car grew more silent. Daniel's attention was occupied by the world outside his window, and Jack focused on the New York streets ahead of him.
The walk to the apartment was silent. Opening the door and taking off jackets were silent as well.
"Daniel?" Jack asked cautiously.
"What?"
"You ok?"
Daniel limped to the kitchen. "Why shouldn't I be?" He replied, avoiding Jack's eyes.
Jack followed his lover. "I don't know, but you're being real quiet."
"What's wrong with quiet? Did you consider I might be tired?" Daniel huffed, fiddling with the fridge.
"Dan, I can tell something's wrong, was is it? Did I do something?" Jack asked, resting a hand on Daniel's back.
Daniel hesitated, closing the fridge and staring at the handle. "Did you really think I was going to shoot you?"
Jack shook his head, wrapping his arms around Daniel. "I thought Ivchenko was controlling you, I didn't think you would shoot me. I didn’t know you had cotton in your ears."
Daniel nodded, closing his eyes and resting his forehead on Jack's shoulder. Jack gently combed his fingers through Daniel's hair, running a hand over the brunet's spine in comfort. For minutes, the two simply stood in their small kitchen, holding each other close, letting the horror of their job slip away, until Daniel slowly pulled back and pressed a feather-light kiss to Jack’s lips.
“Love you, Jack Thompson.”
“I love you too, Daniel Sousa.” Jack smiled, kissing Daniel again.
“Alright, tough-guy, dinner’s not going to cook itself.” Daniel smirked, his normal cheer returning.
“Of course, princess. Is this my cue to cook you a delicious dinner while you go to the store for dessert?”
“Pie or ice cream?” Daniel laughed.
“Yes.” Jack smiled.
The brunet chuckled, kissing Jack goodbye. “Alright then, I’ll be back soon.”
“Don’t be late for dinner.”
“I won’t.” Daniel smiled.
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