Jack let out a long sigh and reached a hand up to rub his face. He pulled his glasses off and held them between his fingers as he looked at her, settling himself back against the wall.

"He's lonely," he said with a shrug. "He's always lonely. And he doesn't know how to change that. So he runs. You know, you might not believe me, but I do know how you feel. What it's like. I get it."

He gave her arm a light squeeze and pulled back, just watching her.

"What did he used to say about me?" he asked her, quietly.