Jack doesn't answer - just holds two fingers up to his temple and mimes a gun going off, little gunshot noise included. Then he's catching up, brushing shoulders with Tony as they head in, either oblivious or just uncaring of the fact that he's pissed. He's too busy squinting at passing headstones, occasionally reaching up to rub absently at his scar. Tony tore into it, and even if the alcohol numbs things considerably, just the slightest edge of a sting still makes its way through.

"Y'know, I kinda missed this." Jack is talking to nobody and nothing but it's the silence that's starting to fray his nerves, getting him lagging just a step or two behind Tony. "Pissing you off, I mean. Had fun tonight. Haven't been hit like that in years."