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The problem with hitting a man with a closed fist is that generally, you hurt yourself just as much as you hurt them, and Jack looks at the blooming purple on his right hand with resignation when he's unbound it, moves the fingers gingerly. Got no ice in the room, so he goes into the bathroom and turns on the cold water, lets it run over the hand.

Shit. As good as he feels, he's the one coulda been punched in the jaw, from everything went on tonight.

Fuckin' Milliways.