"Hm," Jack had a sad smile as he leaned on the arm of the couch, putting down his glass and proping his chin in his hand. He just chose to let the man on the other end think about what he shared and just went on about himself again-He didn't want Greg thinking that it was bad to share. He wasn't hoping to get more with his own stories, he just wanted to make sure Greg didn't regret speaking like this so openly while Jack didn't, "I needed that emotional shit for along time, in my case. I just couldn't find it. Was broken, and word spread about me. Rumours started and soon enough I was a bit of a stigma, a queer outcast. My quick affection for a person tied in with my scars made people think I was a bit more of a mess-or rather a different sort of mess-then what I was. What I am," Jack didn't speak like this with people often because he didn't want to be a bother. That was his main mantra. 'Don't be a bother'. But he had the feeling Greg wasn't thinking that, "Women found me endearing. A sweet little fellow who would just hold their hand and go to films with them. So, I did that for a while. When I finished up my schooling, I headed out of the city, New York City that is, got my job at Mandrake University and met Jules. So it sorted out, I suppose, in the end."