Jack didn't like the idea that the girls were coming by themselves. But he would be something of a hypocrite if he said anything against it so he just kept quiet. That was the best course of action lately. Not talking. He honestly didn't know what to say these days. Everything he was doing ended up the same way. Sky yelling at him. The only difference in the way he reacted last night was Jack actually felt it. How Sky reacted, like he'd betrayed and let him down. Still he tried not to let it show, though exhaustion was an evil thing like that. Everything showed on his face when he was to tired to hide it.
Frowning as he shifted positions to look at the door, he felt a sting of pain and grimaced. Not a good plan. Moving..tch, who needed it anyway. The T.V. was on in the background, some cartoon he wasn't really paying attention to. His attention went straight to the girls in his doorway and he offered them a groggy smile. Still on pain medication, he dreaded the day it went away though. He needed it, so much.
He'd tried to go without it but it was to early. The wound wasn't fully healed. Nurses still were coming in to change the heavy bandage around his waist every few hours. "Thank god. Can I eat it? Tell me I can eat it. I need to hear those magical words." There was food trays near by, but Jack hadn't picked at any of them. The only thing he was able to stand eating was the pudding as he'd told Sam. He may not be able to offer them anything but he had lots of pudding. "I had better food in prison." He said looking at the trays. His attempts at humor were only that really. He was a little hesitant talking to either of them. Unsure what he could and couldn't say without sparking a fire between them.