As the assaults against Overwatch had begun to escalate and the war on specific agents tasked with removing Talon insurgents had begun, Jack had quietly began to wonder how many of the UN ambassadors were being paid off to alter and tie up Overwatch with political red tape when they had had so much more freedom to operate during the Crisis. Their entire operation was to keep the world safe, to be instrumental in peace and how to keep it while also respecting sovereign border lines.

Now they were going to be running from the very people that had once instructed them for peace or stood opposite to their mandate of protect on a world scale. Was it really going to be the two of them versus the world?

He made a sound of disgust that Gabe was pointing out that he was already going silver naturally. It was meant to be a compliment, but he just felt old and worn out that way. "You're making a horrible case, you know that right? I thought you were supposed to be nice to me when I'm banged up and burnt out?" He knew that he would be going silver one way or another, so he may as well just get on with it at this point. He kissed Gabe's neck again for all the effort the older man was making in keeping the conversation light, aware that it wouldn't last. "Okay, but if we're getting pizza, I still want pineapple. I don't care what McCree had to say about it. I'm Strike Commander and I saw pineapple is fine on pizza."

So he might have found Gabe's thighs one of the best places to sleep, but he wasn't at all opposed to lining up their bodies to rest against each other. With his cheek pillowed carefully on Reyes' shoulder and arm around him, he felt more secure now than he had when they had first stumbled into this place. His touches continued but slowed as his body was insisting that he should sleep if he wasn't going to eat.

And sometimes just assuring each other of the bond was enough to make all the outside stresses easier to take and roll with. "As long as I have you, we'll make it."