"Oh, I'm sure I will eventually, yes. Get home. I mean, Romana's been home and come back again, so obviously people do get home. And I'm sure you will, Jack."
He took another long drink, and looked up at Jack. Reached out a hand and made himself take Jack's hand. Rode out the wave of nausea and smiled tightly at Jack, thumb stroking over the back of his hand. "I said all I needed was time and exposure. It's getting easier."