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Having his own hut was a blessing, it really was, especially one as fine as the one Chris and his crew had surprised him with. But Dale found that when he went home at night he spent more time sitting out on the deck than actually inside the hut. He liked watch the sky darken, listen to the birds in the trees that arched high above him and all the other sounds of the jungle. He was situated just high enough that he could see the roof the compound in the distance, too, and watch the suprising number of people who made their way up there over the course of an evening.

It was the ideal place to spend some time alone and also, he discovered, the ideal place to entertain a guest. So after he brought Jack back from the clinic and showed him around, he situated the both of them on the deck with glasses (okay, coconut shells) of homemade lemonade in their hands, to enjoy the solitude of the evening.

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"Yeah," he agreed, holding on but falling quiet. The birds and the other night sounds quieting as everything settled into the darkness. "So do you have any other sagely advice so I can tell Rob I'm taken care of?" he asked, only half joking.

"Well, you could tell him you're talking to someone about it, like he wanted, so he can stop worrying," said Dale, only half-joking himself.

"I think he had someone more like Dr. Deane in mind, but this had better be good enough. I've seen her and if you think I flirt with you..." he said, leaving the rest unfinished.

"Is this all you do, Dale? Sit out here and watch the island?"

Dale gave him a smile. "No, it's not all I do," he said. "But I like it. Sometimes, after a day like today, it's a really nice place to have to come back to." Dale gave his hand a comforting squeeze. "You talk to who you need to talk to, Jack. Sometimes it's the talking that's the important thing."

Jack squeezed back and pulled a little, not standing just yet. "After all that, do you still feel like sleeping with me?"

"If you want me to," said Dale still smiling and leaving that decision in Jack's hands. "Be easier to keep an eye on you from there. Plus, in a blatant abuse of my position on the council, it's a real mattress."

"Ohgod," he sighed heavily. "Do you have any idea how long it's been since I slept with someone on a real mattress?" he asked, standing as he pulled at Dale's hand. "Show me where and I promise, no hands. Or feet. Or anything," he grinned.

"I promise too," said Dale, grinning back. "No anything, no hands, no feet. Well, except if my feet get cold, then all bets are off." He led Jack into the hut, to the perfectly made bed in the corner. "I bet we'll both get a good night's sleep, here."

Jack followed along and waited for Dale to get in before he slid in beside him. "I can handle cold feet, Dale. I can actually handle a lot more than you'd imagine," he said as he completely went back on his word and pressed close, wrapping his arm around him as he closed his eyes.

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