Jack continued to lie, his chest rising and falling heavily as he tried to gather himself. The fact he couldn't was really quite amazing. Jack very rarely got thrown to that extent, but it was wonderful that he had.

He turned his head after a moment, looking at the Doctor beside him, and he smiled a little amused at the Doctor's expression.

The thoughts too, they made him smile. Made him feel just a little warmer inside; a little happier. And he was, wasn't he? Happy. Properly completely happy. With no clauses or sadness behind it. He wasn't sure when he'd last felt like that.

It has, he thought back as he rolled onto his side and reached a hand out to touch against the Doctor's stomach.

He looked at him then, smiling at his smile, making his own grow just that little more.

"You happy?" he whispered.