And Jack takes the laughter serenely, which is probably the clearest sign that he's serious - was serious, whatever, there's no telling with him. He just taps his fingers on his chest in an uneven staccato until Tony says that last bit.

"Yeah, probably not. Bet I get the plywood coffin in a shallow hole treatment." He sounds regretful - inasmuch as he sounds particularly anything right now, anyway, there's not a whole lot of emotion happening on his end right now. "Y'know, I was supposed to have a drink and go kiss a pistol before you decided to show up and shit all over my night, so... thanks, I guess? I dunno."

S h r u g. There's a long moment of quiet before he starts again.

"Why haven't you done it yet, anyway? Honest question. And don't gimme that duuuuh, whatcha mean Jack? treatment either, because I know a hot miserable fucking mess when I see one."