[He does owe them--especially now that they know he's been alive all this time, but Jack finds there's nothing more he can say. He can't even say that he's glad for any of this, because he still believes it'd be better if none of them knew the truth. Even apologizing feels empty. She already knows how sorry he is.
All at once, Jack feels his age. He's tired, and out of words. Jack looks like he's going to open his mouth to speak, but comes up empty, instead slumping a little in his chair and dropping his forehead into a waiting hand. He sighs, instead.]
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All at once, Jack feels his age. He's tired, and out of words. Jack looks like he's going to open his mouth to speak, but comes up empty, instead slumping a little in his chair and dropping his forehead into a waiting hand. He sighs, instead.]