He doesn't answer right away, just lifts the cigarette to his lips and takes a pull at it, holds the smoke in and then lets it out slow.

"Why?" he asks, after a silence that probably hadn't stretched as long as it felt like. "You gonna make it come true for me? I don't want a leave, but I ain't got much keepin me here. Can't go back to the way it used a be, and that weren't even all that good."

And maybe Desire's brother ain't ever had too much of a hold on Jack, but there's a little bit of Despair in his voice anyhow, light as he tries to keep it.