"It does, it heals the soul," he commented, glad that his son had integrity. Maybe he'd learned from his father's mistakes, seen what keeping secrets could do to a man. "Good - let's eat."
Ernest looked at the menu instead of at Jack, but he wasn't really seeing what was written on it. He'd wanted to test the waters, to ask a couple of questions, but now Jack was actually asking him he automatically wanted to say he was fine. He'd always wanted to appear strong and steady to his son, but he supposed for this version of Jack, it was probably a bit too late to feign stability.
"Over-thinking," he admitted eventually. "Some things came up. About the future. Wondering if I can change it, I guess," he explained.