[ The mention of the letter gets his expression to twist up slightly, but it's easy to see that it's out of embarrassment over anything else. After all, while reading that letter had been an emotional experience for him that could pull out some of those feelings again at the very mention, he's also reminded more that Elizabeth had watched that process. She'd seen a part of him that Jack tried very hard to keep hidden, because he was always very, very defensive about anything that he felt was a weakness. It was something he never felt he could afford, even when he was very young. Even though those memories are muddled and indistinct for him, he knew that.

Her speaking of missing him at least gets him to smile softly, even if it's distant, and he looks her way. However, it's briefly, because when she mentions Angel, Jack pulls his hand away to run it through his hair. It's not quite intentional, but there's an anxiety at the mention that he expresses through physical gestures, as he always does. He's bursting to tell her, but he just as much doesn't want to. It's opening up that part of himself that he wants to keep hidden so desperately. ]

No- No, it's not rambling, Liz. It's-- Yeah, I mean, whatever kinda friendship we got? It's pretty friggin' weird.

[ There's a pause, and Jack sighs rather heavily, even tiredly before he looks back to her. It seems like he's changing the subject in how abrupt it is, but the reason for it will quickly become clear. ]

Hey... The alien queen, the eye shit or whatever— Did you see that?