with the rest of his weapons packed into the boot of his truck, jack pats bash on the shoulder as a sign of gratitude, and all thatâs left is to say goodbye. heâs not sure why he feels the way he does, considering this isnât the first time heâs had to do this with bash. this doesnât feel quite the same as jack ruffling bashâs hair, telling him heâd come back before christmas. he tries to not let it show, as he leans against his car. â so, â he clears his throat, stuffing his hands into his jacket pockets. â i wonât be around for your birthday, so i left you something in your room. â