Jack steps out of his shoes, but politely keeps his shirt on. The trousers also stay on, because dealing with the belt and the tails just seems like way more work than he wants to deal with right now. Now that there's a bed and another body to help keep it warm, he wants nothing more than to lay down and close his eyes.

Besides, they're already kind of rumpled from being in a drawer for possibly years before he scrounged them up to replace his ruined suit. Sleeping in them won't make them much worse. He's going to have to track down an iron eventually, somewhere in this convoy, if he wants to look halfway decent... well, that's a thought for another day.

He flops into bed more than slides into it. He can't do a usual turn or two around when he's sharing with someone, not without looking very strange, so it's the heavy drop instead, and then he lets out a relieved sigh before curling himself up more comfortably. "Thank you, John," he says, tucking his knees up, on his side facing John, mostly so the tails won't bother either of them if they twitch in his sleep.