"I'm sorry. I know you aren't happy with that," Jack kept looking at his water, furrowing his brow, "Sometime, though. I'll tell you everything," Jack meant that, too, and it was surprising to him. He hadn't told anyone but Jules everything about his insecurities and his attacks and everything. And even with Jules, Jack hid some. But not many. He wasn't going to do it with the girls there, though. And not in public, either. It wasn't for public.
"I'll be fine in the hospital, darling. I promise."