Jack requires a lot of work. But that's why he's got two of us, now isn't it?

[Something had spooked Zevran, and even if his intuition was occasionally off, this at least he could tell. In all it was nice to be clung to, knowing he was a source of comfort for someone who was so closed off. Sighing in a bit more relief than he'd had before, he settled back onto the couch, letting Zevran rest against him. If he wanted to sleep-- well, it was one of the more extreme gestures of the trust he held with them both.

Assassins and their sentiment. He knew he was being given something unexpectedly valuable, even if Zevran might not mean to be giving it.]

I'm all ears, Zev. You better start making up for lost time. And maybe throw some drunken rambling in while you're at it.