Jack's grateful the other man pulled away first, because it lets him at least run a hand over his face in a vain attempt at keeping his composure together.

"And it was the end of 2007 when I left Cardiff before winding up there," he lets out a shaky breath, not sure if he's supposed to laugh or cry given the possible dangers of this situation--he's not sure those will happen in this place, after all. "Well, guess it was bound to happen that I'd run into some version of me eventually, all things considered. Definitely not how I expected that to happen, but I'm not really sure what I did expect."