"And you're the one that would shoot me if I was in front of one," he added with a small shake of his head because Jack was just being Jack still. Always pressing a point. "We're so old, we make a problem out of everything." A lot of the old optimism was long dead after all, so what was the point of doing anything but have problems.

He noticed that 76 wasn't verbally confirming or denying his old declaration at this point, but the physical actions made it clear that there was at least something between them. It didn't seem like it had changed much, just managed to receive a name for what they were doing at this point. If there was going to be a rejection, he expected that it would have come and gone by now.

"How about you and I go out for dinner tonight?" A real date, Jack. "We don't have to go anywhere public." At least he felt he should push for them to at least attempt something like that, see if the domestic portion they had going could translate to attempts at romance. "Oh Jack, sometimes I do think you play stupid on purpose. Remember that gunshot wound that wouldn't heal?" The one where he still had a smattering of cells there to keep track of the blond. Was that considered stalking? Oh well.