Daniel coughed. "Woobie?"
Jack hugged Daniel tighter and smiled against his hair. "Sure. Woobie. It's cute, right?"
Daniel shifted, releasing Jack's hold, turning to face him. "That would be the problem." He tucked the pillow behind his head so he could see Jack more clearly.
"Not cute enough?" Jack tweaked Daniel's nose.
Daniel bit his lip, his eyebrows furrowing as he considered what he should say. "Call me woobie again, and I tell SG-13 it was you who brought back the stomach flu from P3X-698."
Jack's mouth dropped open. "You did that!"
"Yes." Daniel tapped Jack's nose. "But they don't know that."
Jack narrowed his eyes. "What if I tell them the truth first?"
"What if I have Cameron Balinsky on speed dial?"
Jack propped himself up on one elbow. "Why do you have Balinsky on speed dial?"
Daniel folded his arms behind his head and flicked his eyes to the ceiling. He licked his lips and smiled lasciviously. "Wouldn't you like to know?"
Jack dropped himself back on the bed, gently bouncing Daniel. He crossed his arms over his chest and snorted. "Whatever. Have Balinsky on speed dial." He muttered under his breath, "Archeology whore."
Daniel grinned; it was better than "woobie."