"Well look who it is..."
Jack stopped dead and turned around, staring at the man he had doubted he'd ever see again.
"John Hart."
"Captain." John smiled, looking amused, if a little pained.
"Why are you here?" Jack asked, trying to keep the annoyence out of his voice.
"Just thought I'd pop by. You know, in the neighbourhood and all..."
"I told you not to come back."
"I told you, Jack. I love you."
"Yes, yes, that's very nice ... couldn't you have writen me a letter telling me so?"
"No. I mean it. I love you. But you don't love me."
Jack sighed.
"I love you, Jack. Why don't you love me?"
Jack shook his head. "I'm not even going to discuss this with you. I thought we were done. We said goodbye!"
"We are too going to discuss this. We're going to discuss this until you love me."
"No. Leave. Now."
"Well look at you, getting all masterful and sexy."
"John..."
"Jack..."
The man really was impossible to deal with.