[ He shrugs, which is quickly turning into his version of a nod, a more nonchalant way to say yes, exactly that, you're so right. He doesn't want to muck it up. He wouldn't have agreed to any of this if he didn't take it seriously, if he didn't see it as some way to redeem himself or at least ease this searing burn in his chest. He's trying to be more man than monster, something the Sex Pistols and the Ramones never really covered in so many words.
Leaning against the cue, he watches Jack prepare for the shot, paying more attention to the man than the act. There's that, still. It's not quite complete, the deal they made. ]