"No, it doesn't follow any regular laws at all, not even the more mundane legal ones." Jack shrugged before looking away. Something about those patterns in Henry's readouts were interesting, as if there was a message there, just waiting to be deciphered. It would have to wait for now.
"Practical cannot exist without first the theoretical." This was true for anything. Yes, some might say the practical had to come first, but if one didn't dream it, they certainly couldn't make it, could they? Imagination was always a must. Finally Jack sighed.
"Well, my darling boy, I should go." The hand pat was turned into a hand hold. Fingers softly squeezing fingers. "You should get some rest; you're looking a little tired." He released the captured fingers and gave the doctor's hair another run through. It was cruel, but oh so fun.