He'd been feeling all kinds of useless lately after Charlie and Buffy's run in with evil. They were always able to help him, but he was never able to do much for them. He could kill a few vampires here and there, even took out Matthias' creatures a couple times, but when it came down to it they didn't really need him. He just more often than not got in the way. Messed up.
"Yeah." Jack sighed as he leaned against her and grimaced as his shirt nudged against the burn on his neck. The wounds were pretty bad, but not nearly as bad as it'd been the first time Buffy rescued him from the rogue vampire demon zombie thing. "...I just.." He started, but he didn't know where to begin, he wanted to help-but at the same time he figured this wasn't going to be their fight. Once again he was going to be sitting on the sidelines, or getting thrown in the middle of all the confusion and making a bigger mess of things. "I'm sorry.."
[ooc: sorry about the delays hon, angsting Jack took over for a bit there XD!]