Jack seems to tune out halfway through on a mission to find his shirt and jacket, but he listens - genuinely listens, because it's not the same tune he's heard before. He's heard you're scum and you ruined her a thousand times over; this is something different. For a second, he almost thinks of something other than himself. What was it like for her friends to have to see her running around with him? What was it like for her parents to see her ditch dinner or chores halfway through to hop on the back of his bike and speed off into the sunset? And what was it like for Tony to come into her apartment one day and see that scumbag she kept running around with asleep on her couch?

He almost thinks of something other than himself. But he doesn't. His eyes flick up as he haltingly pulls his jacket back on, the right sleeve crooked and awkward.

"Thanks, but I have shit to do." He's exhausted and dirty and has a hell of a walk back to their crummy little house, but his welcome feels worn out already. He'll... manage. "I'm leaving town. Tonight. Her folks made sure to let me know I'm not invited to the funeral."

You'll just upset everyone. And they're right. He can at least do them this much of a kindness.