Jack was at the point that he was speaking without thinking of what he was saying, the words were just coming. Under normal circumstances, Jack wouldn't have brought up such things with Rose -- not without provocation. Would he have talked about this on his own? No -- not without someone bringing it up first. But now, tonight, he was talking about emotions and feeling like he had never been so vulnerable.
Thank god for Rose.
Closing his eyes, Jack breathed in Rose's scent and leaned against her, the last of his strength bleeding out of his body. His skin may have been knitting together but the rest of him was falling apart, held up only by the blonde he had cuddled against himself.
"Knew," Jack corrected softly. "I only hope you're right."