For littleguitar, and others who didn't think Jack made up his mind till they were both sitting by the tent flap, IMNSHO==you're "a few sandwiches short of a picinic"--(picked that up in fanfiction today--I think, not sure). You are saying that Jack, in his sleep, scootches way over toward Ennis, turns slightly toward Ennis, takes his own hand out of his covers, gropes for Ennis's hand, pulls it across his body and down into his own blankets to his groin...in his sleep. Then when Ennis sits up--like a jack-in-the-box, Jack just a fraction of a second behind him--and Jack says "come on!' softly, grabsat BOTH Ennis's lapels, afraid he's maybe going to bolt, and then sees he isn't, ands drops the right one, and looks at him with utter calmness, removes his jacket, while Ennis's tortured face first expresses "what'r you doing?" and then "NOW I know what we're doing"---you're saying there's no agressor here?
It is in the fighting-off, then drawing toward him of Jack's hands on his shoulders, head, with his own hands etc, that Ennis makes up his mind...of course, it's not his mind. He left it in his other suit (Old saying of my father's).
Maybe I can live a few more days without the DVD...