"Oh, yeah. Didn't lie about any of that. Codemonkey and proud, baby."

Jack, significantly less drunk, is sprawled out on his little cot in a way that says he's really comfortable sitting in jail cells. Hell, he's probably spent a weekend or two in this exact one before. So he's got his arms folded behind his head to make up for the cardboard pillow, watching the lights flicker.

"I actually came back to town to kill myself." He says it casually - could be a ploy for attention, or pity, but this exact tone is leaning more towards a 'Night, Mother type situation. The cop on watch duty looks up, but Jack waves him off. "Slow your roll, Porky, I changed my mind. You put me on watch and I might actually do it out of boredom."