Yeah, I— [ Jack starts to interrupt as she speaks, but at her dryness about the cabin, he sighs. Yeah, he guesses he deserved that one, and it's why he doesn't complain at all, and instead offers something simpler than that. ]

I'm sorry about that, Liz.

[ And more, but that's not quite something he's ready to get into just yet. He's only barely begun to reconcile those feelings, and that's a lot to unload on her all at once. At least at first, there are the simpler things to work through. This reunion, mostly. As soon as he'd gotten her message, his grief had all but evaporated to instead be replaced by the sort of lonely longing that comes more from a friend being too far away to speak with them frequently. But still. There's a somberness here that's ever-present, even if Jack doesn't quite feel it fully for himself.

The kiss is as intimate as he gets, but he continues to hold her. He's a pretty physical person, and though he had always worried about infringing on her space, there's certainly a comfort now in being able to hold her. He hopes it's comforting, though in that, he can hardly be sure. ]

...Hah, something like that, yeah. Just figure, if this was death, real death, it'd be different. Third time's the charm, y'know. But, uh, guess that's only for me.

[ Technically, that second death hadn't come for him yet, but he still counts it all the same. But for the third— ]

Don't actually... remember much of it. Is that normal? That doesn't really seem normal. But... [ He pauses, and his sigh comes out thoughtful before he ends up just squeezing her arm lightly where his hand rests. ]

Remember that it hurt like a fucking bitch, if I'm honest. Legs. Something about my legs. And the asshole showed up, but- That's about all I've got.