[ Jack sips his coffee, leans back and thinks. When Jack was given to moments of self examination all appearances made him out to be someone who shut others out almost entirely. This was not wholly inaccurate, but not entirely true either. The last time he was with anyone is was fairly anonymous and more or less an itch that needed scratching.

The more rational part of him that could still spare an ounce of understanding for the people around him came to a conclusion that taste bitter. And it wasn't just the coffee made on a machine he barely knew what he was doing with. ]

Sorry. [ He said, more grunted into his coffee. Although the sentiment was still there. ]

I can be a real horse's ass. [ Understatement. He winced. ]

What I mean is - it was nice. For whatever that's worth coming from me. [ Jack made a career out of taking compliments and keeping up appearances. Returning the favor was a hard lesson he was still learning. ]

You, uh. [ He shifted his weight. Awkward. ] You good?