Poison's trying. He's trying to snap back out of this shit but it feels so fucking weird and it scares him, the things that happened. He looks over at Jack and he smiles at him, because he's in a towel and he's fucking beautiful.

"Hey," he murmurs, immediately sliding over to snuggle against Jack, relishing in the realness of him. "I'm sorry I'm like-- I don't even fucking know. I'm gonna snap back, I promise. I just. This was really fucking weird and I'm kind of just starting to get hit by that."