Jack made a growling noise of frustration and he cracked his knuckles. It was a bad habit he picked up years ago and even the nagging of his ex-wife and various girlfriends hadn't broken him of it. "I stayed in touch--" he protested weakly, aware that it was a blatant lie. Still, he couldn't admit that and he frowned at Evie. "Anyway, I said I was sorry. What more do you want? I'm here now." Cut me a fucking break.