Jack had a moment of falter, uncharacteristic really, as he considered that. He had always tried to avoid drinking for that reason, but this was different, wasn't it? He had to get better, and had to sleep, right? Sitting back, he tucked the flask under his pillow and nodded once, smiling once more. It would be alright. Just as he said it would. Hopefully.
"Thank you, Greg," He said softly, sincerly, looking to the man, "You're a good man. And I'm not just saying that because I'm concussed."