Back again? Just who was it Becker thought he was, who would inspire such...Oh.
Oh of course.
He'd been captured, tortured, hurt in an attempt to get what information they could from him, and he hadn't broken. Jack could tell that from the attitude, the fact he still could show humour. He hadn't broken yet but he was hurting, he was lost and whatever had sent him into this flashback had a lot to answer for. He was like a caged animal, and ready to lash out and hurt people. Lucky really that he'd been the one to come across him.
"Captain Becker, you're in Lawrence, Kansas. Abby and Connor are here, your friends, remember. You know them and you know me, though we've never met in person. I'm Captain Jack Harkness and something has been done to you, its been happening to others, to hurt them in the worst ways, make them remember the worst times, they say its breakable so I'm here to help you do that, okay? You remember, you need to think back. Before this, before you started to focus on this?"
He was talking, but there had been no recognition from the name. Dammit was Becker cursed, like some of the others, more and more it seemed every time he checked. And the way to break it...
Well it wasn't true love but the guy was pretty damn hot. And needed help. And they'd gotten rid of that whole don't ask don't tell thing anyway.
"Please don't shoot me. Its just messy and this is a new shirt." said Jack with a shrug before leaning in to kiss the traumatized solider. Did thinking he was exceptionally hot and approving of him count as love? Probably not, but it was worth a shot.