brainofck

In his aerie, Jack discarded the shirt-contraptions and his belt. He never mentioned it, but Daniel presumed that they must constrain or chafe or otherwise be uncomfortable. He would lounge on the strange, low-backed bench, watching TIVO'd Simpsons episodes, or sometimes Discovery Channel nature programs (Daniel was sure it was not his imagination that they were too frequently about small mammals, and that they were viewed with an intensity that Daniel found frankly unsettling), or hockey. Daniel knew people noticed the pale silver-blue feathers that peeked occasionally from Jack's hair, but he suspected that no one aside from himself and the base physician were aware of the fine, soft, translucent layer that insulated Jack's torso and biceps, and disappeared into the waistband of his low-riding jeans.