"Well, I can afford it," Jackson replied, dryly. His shoulders were tense. He was going to have to head out to the gym or something. Try and work some of this out, like it helped reassert control over himself.

He closed his eyes and rubbed the bridge of his nose. He could and should say somemthing useful, right? "For what it's worth, I don't think it cares about you unless you get in my way."