Jack turned slightly so he was half on his side, propped up on one elbow with his hand resting against his face.

The touch wasn't expected, but it was welcome, and Jack dropped his free hand over to gently and discreetly cover the Doctor's.

"Clear skies sounds good," he said softly, just watching him. He felt as though all that weight and sadness, as if it were somehow visible on him.

"You know I spent a week in a hotel once called Clear Skies. It was... whoo, not quite what you're thinking of, I don't think." He laughed then, teasing sudden. Trying to be a little Jack.