[The right answer would be yes, because while I enjoy your physical presence you still used me like some fucked up toy soldier and I realize I need space to reflect on that for awhile. But instead, Jack pauses as he smooths his thumb over the leather around the photo, looking up with a frown.]

I don't think I've been able to wait for anything here. [It's still a truth - his feet are tired from walking across Rapture. Get one thing done, go somewhere else. Thanks to his current company.] You know how we kept getting separated. And if something like... if something happens again, and I don't remember, then maybe something like this will help.