Jack wasn't so sure anymore, which was which. But for the time being he just didn't care. All the pain was blending together, the only thing that seemed to ground him at all was the fact that Lana's arms were there. Keeping his sanity as if holding him together. He rarely cried anymore, hadn't since the first time he and Z were forced to leave the shelter after it burned down when they were kids. He always kept a strong mask, but the truth was he was afraid. Scared of being alone, without Kira. It was breaking him so much that even what was left of his child persona was falling apart. Lana holding him was quite possibly the only thing literally between him and a total break down. She was warm and comforting, it was soothing some of his shot nerves. Helping..slowly, but it was.
He tried to do so much for himself, but he was finally learning to lean on her. Letting her help.