"That's you. Remember how different we are? You said it yourself." Jack rolled his eyes. "I'm not going to let you die, I'm not going to kill you, and I'm not going to eject you from the ship. That's stupid." Jack moved up to John's shoulder, scrubbing that and moving up into his hair to work the spray into his scalp. "I'm trying to look after you, because heaven forbid you do it yourself. You've got amazing self-preservation skills when someone's shooting at you, but when it comes to doing anything about your actual health, you're pretty stupid."

He sighed, doing his best to work on that emotional distancing that was getting so hard for him to do. "I don't hate you. I told you that. I don't like the things you do or the person you are, but I can't hate you. Take that as you will." And that was going to be the last he said about it, because honestly, he was tired of talking in circles.