The attempt to lighten the mood worked, just a little bit, but a little was all that was needed. Becker half laughed, this one a hint more genuine than the last. "Thick head like mine, might need a hard hit. It can take a while to get the message." Always said he was too stubborn for his own good.
The memories of that day were pretty damn painful to think about, but Becker was attempting to not bottle everything up all the time. Not entirely successfully, but it was progress that he wanted Jack nearby so soon after the event. And he hadn't beaten himself up at the gym, definitely progress. "Pretty sure it was the longest day of my life," there was a ghost of a smile as he leaned back slightly, propped against the back of the sofa, but his hands still resting on Jack's hips, still needing that physical contact even if he felt too tired to stand straight any more. Really, Sandhurst would be so irritated with him right then.
"Knew it wouldn't be a simple thing, but still. Saw the world how He does. Death." It was an awkward way of talking, and each word felt dragged out, not because Becker felt any pressure from Jack, quite the opposite, but because talking was not natural to him. It was the closest thing to an admission that the day hadn't been as simple as reaping a few souls, his entire world view had been altered for the day. All the souls, everywhere. The true knowledge of their time, the wrongness of Lawrence and the handling of deaths in Syria.