"Nothing too bad. Just something to maybe help you sleep if you need it. I don't run a drug den here." Jack ran a hand through his hair, chewing the inside of his lip while he thought. He hated how right John was, but he had to know that Jack was right too in his way. Two opposing ideals. That had really been what tore them apart in the first place when it came down to it. Jack would always say that John took it too far, but he knew it was really because he was just getting tired of it. The Doctor had given him an out, and he took it.

"It would be nice if you joined up but... I know that the universe is too big for you to be anchored down. I feel that pull sometimes, too, and in a way, I guess I'm a little jealous that you get to go out and see everything. And no, that's not an invitation for you to whisk me away from everything and take me on a romantic and hedonistic trip through the stars. This isn't a romance novel." He laughed a little. "I know what I'm missing and I'm not sorry I gave it up. You're perfectly able to do as you like, but you know that it comes at a price, and I just don't want you to suffer."