"I can," comes Jack's answer, just as quietly. With Harry awake, he finally shifts to face the man. Touch comforts him, fills the empty spaces and so Jack indulges in it whenever he can. When Harry sleeps, Jack stays next to him, not intruding but close enough that only an inch or so separates them. His sleep is so restless that Jack dares not touch him. What moments Harry manages to steal are precious to him.

"I choose not to. There's too much out there waiting for me to waste time sleeping."

The tip of his thumb lifts to try and slide gently against Harry's temple unless Harry waves him off. When all is said and done, Jack is a hedonist, a sensualist that enjoys touch and being touched. Whether sexual or not doesn't matter (most of the time). He could tease for hours with a touch, but he could see the signs in his lover that a touch could hurt more than help.

"Did you talk to Eggsy?" he asks, propping himself up on one elbow. That is the one surefire way to distract Harry from whatever line of inquiry he might be trying to follow.