Trying to dump Shitty into the pile of leafs ends up with both of them flailing around in it, because Shitty managed to grab Jack by the belt at the worst possible time, and there is only so much Jack can do against gravity.
They're still rolling around in it, groaning and cracking up as they bang elbows and knees together in an effort to untangle themselves, when Bitty comes back out, sighing at them.
Jack hides a grin against Shitty's biceps before heaving himself upright, just about managing to evade Shitty grabbing him again. Bitty's eyeing him worriedly, the corners of his mouth so very much trying to stay stern and not allow a smile.
"You need your rest," Bitty says, smoothing a hand down Jack's chest, and Jack squeezes his fingers for a moment.
"I know," he says, submitting to Bitty fussing at him, plucking leafs off his shoulders and out of his hair before shooing Jack up the stairs.
He's making noises about Jack throwing out his back one day by heaving Shitty around and hollering down the stairs for the boys to settle down before y’all bring down the Haus, and Jack -- He turns around once they're through the door of Bitty's room, shoving it close behind Bitty with one hand and pressing closer until he has Bitty up against it. Bitty blinks at him, surprised, his hands settling tentatively on Jack's hips. Like he's unsure of what Jack wants from him.
Bitty tastes like coffee and the pancakes he stole from Jack's plate, and he surges up against Jack without hesitation, his hands loosing their timidity.
"You -- nap," Bitty says on a gasp, his head falling back against the door when Jack noses along the line of his jaw.
"In a minute," Jack breathes, pushing off the door and taking Bitty with him, directing him towards the bed. "Just another minute, Bits."