"Yeah but you run it for the good of people and lost puppies, all that boring bollocks. You never just do these things cause you like them," John argued because if Jack liked it, surely he'd still be a Time Agent. And would be clowning around with him across the universe, hitting up bars, getting drunk and attempting to do a mission while inebriated. A winning combo for certain.

"You're not my friend, Jack. You haven't been my friend for a long time," John shot back because hey, he wasn't mad, he was under no delusions about himself. Jack had long since out grown him to a degree. And John hated it. Pulling his leg back, he offered Jack a smile that didn't really look happy but it was there because he knew it had to be there. "And you won't help me any more, will you? Look at this shit you've pulled? Nuked my tech and locked me up."