"Yeah, well you're a twat, so you deserved it," Jack's voice was pitiless as he read his readings. "Take off your clothes and step into that chamber over there and I'll get the shower going." He shut his vortex manipulator and began shedding his own clothing as well, as they were no doubt heavily contaminated. He wanted to not care, truly, but that wasn't Jack. He sighed.

"I care because I'm an old, sentimental bastard, okay? And even though I'm mad at you, I still can't hate you for some reason. Probably because you're the only guy in the universe who can actually wear me out." He ran a hand through his hair, finding it hard to look at John all of a sudden. Maybe he did feel somewhat guilty about this. "Is that the answer you want? Is that what you were looking for?"