He takes an automatic step forwards. Following is pretty much what he was built for.
Then he stops himself, because an unpleasant thought has formed.
"Did you... see it?"
The tone is completely different now -- he's worried. He doesn't know why he should be worried, it's not like the words would work any more even if Sinclair heard and repeated them. In a purely practical sense, it probably doesn't matter. But when Jack thinks about someone else seeing what happened, his stomach turns over in a weird and unpleasant way, and he finds himself hoping very hard that the details of the scene in Ryan's office stay between as few people as possible.
(His hand goes out at last, like a neglected candle.)
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Then he stops himself, because an unpleasant thought has formed.
"Did you... see it?"
The tone is completely different now -- he's worried. He doesn't know why he should be worried, it's not like the words would work any more even if Sinclair heard and repeated them. In a purely practical sense, it probably doesn't matter. But when Jack thinks about someone else seeing what happened, his stomach turns over in a weird and unpleasant way, and he finds himself hoping very hard that the details of the scene in Ryan's office stay between as few people as possible.
(His hand goes out at last, like a neglected candle.)