[ There's nothing wrong with this. Inappropriate in a working context, perhaps, but laying beside her patients is nothing new for her. He'd know it just as well. She offers herself as warmth and grounding to those in need of it, the easy comfort of another living being beside you when you're hurt. When soldiers were wounded and thousands of miles from home, scared, left to recuperate on their own with nothing but their thoughts to whirl about their heads. She's never enjoyed leaving people like that.

Jack allows her close and then closer, once more, and she doesn't press her luck or drape on him unnecessarily. This is plenty, right here, and all he had to do was flex his arm to draw her closer if he wanted to. As it is, she's close enough to radiate warmth even if she doesn't press against his side, knee touching the side of his as she closes her eyes. She won't drift off, not for a while yet, but it's less stress on him. To not have her observing him so closely or having to face her. ]

You had your reasons, Jack. I understand. And you were badly hurt. [ Betrayed. And then abandoned, when she wasn't allowed to dig further. Cut off from sticking her nose too far into it, as one of the few agents local. ] Those sorts of injuries take time to come back from, and by then...

[ It would have been too late, just as he'd said. ]

I'm sorry you felt as though you couldn't reach out to anyone. I know you had your reasons for that as well, but... you should never have been alone.

[ No one should have to fight alone. ]