"Oh you're stubborn are you, never guessed that one." The attempt at a teasing tone was weak, but there, and that was something. Honestly, Becker didn't think he was anything special, nothing that would have made Death think he was worthy of anything, but it seemed Jack thought otherwise. And Becker didn't really have the energy to argue.
One of the things he loved about Jack was that he understood what it meant to be a soldier, how it would have felt to stand there and witness all of that and feel so helpless.
And there was the fact he had seen Jack like that. Becker offered a sad half smile. "I think you're allowed to be selfish on this one. I want to be selfish a while myself." He reached out and pulled Jack closer, though still with the space to look clearly at him. "It hasn't changed the way I see you. Not really. You're more than your immortality, Jack. So much more. I don't give a shit how Death sees you, or anyone else with that kind of sight, you're still you." He wondered how many had turned on Jack for that, stopped seeing the man and only saw the power that had been forced on him.
"Damned ridiculous need, huh?" He smirked a little, sliding his arms around Jack's waist. "And here I was thinking heroics were supposed to be sexy. Guess I'm a lucky bastard after all." And he really was, seriously lucky to have someone like Jack around, someone who could understand him like this.