Jack's trying to ignore the liquor in his cabinet when he hears the knock, recognizing the pattern.

His stomach knots at the realization of who`s on the other side of the door. Carl`s one of the very few people that he trusts enough to tell about what happened--or at least what he`s been told--but it also makes him a difficult person to tell. There`s still that small part of him that worries Carl will be disappointed in him.

That doesn`t stop him from walking over to the door and opening it, though.

"Hey, Carl."