[ Jack sighed, long suffering and melancholic ] Do you really trust me so little?

[ but he easily shrugs away his mood, a particular knack that he had gained over years of self-proclaimed survival skills. Nothing can hurt you, if nothing can scar you. No, he was the element that worked on them, instead. ]

But you're right, it doesn't matter; not so long as we look out for each other. [ Jack stepped back, a tiny bit steadier on his feet, a tiny bit lighter. ] Thanks, old friend. I'm feeling much better. [ he's practically his old self. ]