Jack's arm slinks around her. An automatic reaction, even after all this time. His head rests down, chin touching her hair. "Never," he whispers. "I've died so many times, in so many ways, but I always come back. Every time."

His arm holds close against her, pulling her ever so gently towards him. He's thought about her so many times over the years. Thought about all that happened, and how he left. One of the hardest decisions he ever made. Leaving that family. His family.

"I'm sorry."