He grins against her, catching a tiny breath in his throat at the way she hangs onto his hair. He's back to his clean-cut self, but he left the top just about as long as he could get away with in regulations - something he never pushed while enlisted, of course. Now it has a different meaning altogether.

"You got me," he admits, voice gravely and close to her ear. If she didn't make his heart race just by breathing near him, he could easily drop off to sleep here, the way they used to do in shifts. It's never been in his nature to be this comfortable with someone else watching his back, and after the betrayal he'd faced it wasn't an easy road getting here; but he honestly can't think of one thing that would displace his trust in Jess now, as much as she might hate it.