[ He lets out a laugh at that, though it’s lacking in humour. ]

Hah, yeah. It’s uh, it’s complicated.

[ Excruciatingly complicated. All his feelings of anger and betrayal and hurt and admiration and want split between two versions of the same person. There’s no point in holding this Jack accountable for the AIs shit, he’s mostly made peace with that. Still, that myriad of emotions run deep when it comes to the man. You don’t just get over that.

He lets out a shaky breath at the feeling of Jacks hot breath on his neck as he speaks. He doesn’t know what he wants from Jack, but he does know that he’s starving and that a warm, blood filled human is within his reach and the instincts yelling at him about what he should be doing about that are getting louder and louder.

Carefully, he turns in Jacks hold. ]