"I knew why they stuck someone like you with me. I just thought I could make you more fun, you were such a boring bastard at the start and then you lightened up. Hell, you joined in. Beats the holier than thou bullshit you do now," Oh the good old days when Jack would join in with him. It wasn't often but when it happened, it was glorious. Now it was very much an impossible thing to wish for. As the spray came down, John ruffled his own hair under the water and tilted his head back, enjoying the way it dropped down onto him. Showers were always a pleasant sensation.

It made it way easier to deal with whatever the hell Jack was saying. Honestly, he wished he could turn him off or lower the volume because he was fed up of hearing it. As much as he loved Jack, everything about him seemed to give John an unpleasant woozy feeling. And a painful sort of longing too.

"I didn't make you act like me, I didn't fucking poison you either. You wanted to do what you did because you could. And you can't tell me that wasn't really you," Dropping his head back down, he shook the water from his face and gave Jack a look of disbelief. Was he deluded enough to believe John had corrupted him? Bollocks. "I couldn't make you do a thing. I still can't. And trust me, I've seen you without me. You're still a heartless prick whether you want to be or not. That's just who you are, mate. It's got nothing to do with me."