"You said it yourself, earlier: too late," Jack says with a grim smile. "I spent a year and a half with everyone thinking I was dead. It's been nine months out there since I got back, and I've been moving from place to place. I'm not even using my real name at the moment. And I'm--" saying he's 'fine' is a bit too much of a lie at the moment, so instead he finishes with, "coping."