[Jack sighs. He scrubs a hand over his face and then cringes. He's home alone, he's letting his face air out. He's suddenly very, very tired.]

No, Angel, I don't.

Look...I...I don't want to get into a whole big thing. You don't need to hear about any of it, I don't wanna talk about any of it.

But I don't blame you. It was an accident. You were a friggin little kid...