I hope you pick up your phone (I'd like to talk to you)

He loosely processed Jack rolling over onto his other side, facing Harry. Still sleeping, he'd guess, with the way his eyes were still screwed shut. It appeared that sunlight wasn't what woke the interesting person that was Jack Kennedy. Or, maybe, it just had never reached his face, Harry thought as the sunlight shone into his optic sensors for the third time this morning. At least it neutralized the chill of the wind that kept seeping through the window. It would've driven him crazy if not (an exaggeration, of course, he didn't want any misunderstanding with that-). Or, Harry's being a bit existential about his relationship and really, everything. They r cute.