Sky cleared his throat and wished he had a drink to extend this pause but he wore a smile, like he always did, and said, "He's Jack." As if that explained everything. "A little whiny, mostly frustrated, and begging to go back out." He wasn't quite sure if it was to go help or for some pay back.
He leaned back in his seat. "He's at his place," he said, "you should drop by. I'm sure he'd like to see you."