"I would ask you to prove it but the point's probably moot since whoever has his hand in my head has all my memories of you. Guess I'm just gonna have to trust you and hope it works out," Jack says, closing his eyes and letting out a few curses at how freaking cold it is. He shifts to stand up.
"Next time we share a fantasy, I want somewhere warm, Carter. You got that? Warm."
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"Next time we share a fantasy, I want somewhere warm, Carter. You got that? Warm."