"I hate Valentine's Day," Jack mutters. "It's commercial and sappy and I really, really hate it."
Daniel turns away from his computer, taking in Jack's slumped posture and the way Jack plopped into the spare chair next to Daniel's desk. "When you were 13, some girl rejected you," Daniel translates.
Jack glares, crossing his arms.
"At 16 you were probably also dumped on Valentine's Day," Daniel astutely guesses.
Jack drums his fingers on his arms, obviously mentally cataloguing all the ways he could bind and gag Daniel, possibly torture him, too.
"And even though you claim you hate the day, you secretly want a Valentine." Daniel pushes his glasses up his nose and licks his lips.
Jack holds up one finger and opens his mouth. He closes his mouth, lowers his hand, rethinks his words, and then snaps, "I just hate it, all right?"
Daniel smiles to himself, leaning over the desk. "Then why were you explaining the concept to the people on P2X-301?"
Jack smirks, folding his hands behind his head. "I didn't think Earth should suffer alone."