Daniel had his hands full, juggling a bunch of heavy books among other things, otherwise he might have been annoyed by the casual way Jack reached out a finger and pushed his glasses back up his nose. It was somehow… an oddly intimate thing to do, even though they were friends now, maybe could even be considered fairly close after all they’d been through together. On the other hand, it was kind of an invasion of personal space, even if it was well-meaning, or could be construed as such, if not for Jack’s smirk.

Then again, if his glasses had slid right off, they might have broken, which would have been a problem. Yes, he had a spare pair, but they were in his office, and SG-1 was currently in a bit of a rush. He’d already held the mission up because of all the reference material he’d needed to gather, since he was going to have some tricky translations to do, so further delays would be best avoided.

“Thanks.”

Well, Jack lending a helping finger was appreciated, in a round-about way, provided he didn’t make a habit of it. Still, if he did it again, Daniel might bite him.


The End