This is a kind of vulnerability that Jack doesn't like to admit to anyone, even Carl. Everything in him resists the thought of using Carl like some kind of nightlight against the shadows.

But considering most of his sleep the last few nights has been found at the bottom of a bottle, there's some small part of him that realizes this is the less self-destructive option. And that he would do the same for Carl in a heartbeat.

"Yeah," he says, his voice a little hoarse. "Thanks, Carl."