Truthfully, Jack rather liked helping Julien, his lips curving in a soft smile as he moved to do so. His hands helped support him up and even with his weak frame he was happy with letting the man lean against him so he could press against him and kiss him gently, looking at his face, "Anytime you feel uncomfortable, love," He murmured, nodding once before guiding the man to the table and moving things to make room with one hand. He then helped the man sit down and grinned as he moved to stepp between his legs, fingers going to the man's shirt, "I feel almost competitive, darling," Jack spoke to Greg, eyes flicking to the rather erotic sight beside him. His hand pushed up under Jule's shirt and he grinned, "Though I'll have you know, tequila has always been my downfall."