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He is not a bargaining chip.

[Spoilers for 404: Eggtown in the comments.]

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*shoves hands in his pockets, looking down, wanting to say something but not sure how to approach it* I know...

Jack...

We did what we had to do.

Call me selfish but that doesn't exactly make things easier.

I never said it would. And I never said it was right either, it's just --

It's what needed to be done.

I never thought the right thing and necessity would be mutually exclusive...

*slight chuckle* Welcome to my world.

Mine was always much less complicated. I liked that. It had structure and rules which were easy to follow. The crash and... everything after it threw everything out of whack.

Life can't always be what you want it to be, Jack. Sometimes fate has to throw in a monkey wrench.

I've learned this, but when you have a compulsion instilled in you to be perfect ever since you can remember it's a little hard to turn off.

I know, but -- it gets easier. Just takes a little time. ~~I hope.~~

I don't want questionable ethics to become easy.

Then what do you want, Jack?

Because the world isn't going to go back to the way it used to be.

That is what I want and I'm trying like hell to get it back.

Good luck with that, then.

I know it's not likely to happen, don't look at me like that. I'm as much a realist as anyone, but I have to try.

You can't fix everything, Jack.

Sometimes you need to adapt to things rather than fix them.

Sometimes adaptation isn't the best choice. Do you want to just adapt to a crap situation or make something better of it?

If adapting to a crap situation keeps me alive for a little while longer, then yeah. Sometimes it's the only choice we have.

...

... how is he?

He's -- he's good. He's doing really well.

That's good. So... how's life off the island treatin' you, Kate.

It's been good. Really good. I'm --

I'm really happy.

Are ya?

Well, good for you, Freckles.

How have you been? Back on the island, I mean.

Me? Good. Never better. The Skipper's off shavin' his head with a huntin' knife somewhere and Gilligan's still snorin like a St. Bernard with sinus trouble.

~~Damn, I miss you, Freckles.~~

You talk to anyone else lately?

*chuckles* Is it allergy season back there already?

~~I miss you too, James.~~

I saw Jack not too long ago. He -- seems to be doing well.

All year round with Hugo. *grins*

Yeah? Hell, I figured you two'd be shackin' up by now.

Not so much. Jack -- we weren't on the same page with certain things.

Ah.

Sorry ta hear that, Freckles.

Well -- you said it.

Things are different when you're back in the real world.

Precisely why I stayed.

And are you happy?

Could be better. But it's not like I had anything else better waitin' for me on the other side, Freckles.

Yeah, I guess not.

Well, I hope things keep going well for you.

~~How does it only take four words for you to make me feel like an asshole?~~

You, too, Freckles. You take care.

~~*shifts uncomfortably and looks away*~~

You too, James.

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