Escape. That's what he wanted. To be anywhere but here, to be around anyone but L.D. In the moments before Jack plunged solid knife into pale turkey flesh, he thought to wonder what Ennis was doing for Thanksgiving. Was he alone? Was he with his girls? Was he putting up with some shit? Jack used to think of what it would be like, them having the holidays together. He didn't bother to think that way no more, though.

Jack cleared his head of foolishness and got back to the work in front of him- pretending. He liked to think he could take it like a man, never feeling a thing. It wasn't true, but he liked to think it.