"You wish you weren't going grey," John leaned against the inside of the shower, eyes on his coat with considerable concern because he'd rather be nuked than lose his coat. He had that one for years, it was a proud steal and not one he was willing to part ways with easily, he'd happily die to have a hold of it. Or maybe he could denuke it later? Either way, he'd be keeping it.

Looking at Jack, he raised an eyebrow, unsure what kind of answer Jack was looking for from him.

"I'm not stuck in the past," There was a level of annoyance in his tone because he was very aware that's what Jack believed of him. That he was some idiot stuck in his memories unable to move on. And that wasn't entirely the case. Yes, he was still kind of hung up on Jack but who wouldn't be? Jack was one of those kind of guys everyone wanted. And John knew he didn't have a chance at that so the past was a nicer thought really. But he knew it wasn't true. "You're not the bloke I knew. I mean we were mates because we were similar kind of guys and all but we're not now, are we? We got nothing in common. You changed."

And that was true because John knew for certain he hadn't changed. For better or for worse, he was consistent. "It's not my fault you changed."