Martha
Tea, Martha. Get some tea. Somehow I feel you require it.
Maybe he is. He wasn't always our Jack. There's a whole past there he doesn't talk about, some I'm not even sure he remembers. But imagine being where he is. Knowing you're going to live forever, or close to it. Knowing people will come and go. Why wouldn't he want to use that for good? To help wherever he can? It's why we love him.
Oh he'd look fabulous, but I don't think he's gonna appreciate it much.