Last time Jack cried in front of Sinclair, it was a little on the uncomfortable side. Sinclair didn't really know why he was crying, he'd only just met him and somehow he found himself trying to comfort a stranger when genuine kindness to strangers didn't really come naturally to him.

But it's hard to think of Jack as a stranger anymore, and this time Sinclair gets it, why he's crying. What it is that must keep him up at night, gives him nightmares when he does sleep.

"You don't have to," he says, venturing a reassuring hand on Jack's arm, "but you can."