"It's not me he's coming for," Tony said simply. "They won't let me within fifty feet of him." He paused. "It's you he wants," he said, trying and failing to keep the bitterness from his voice.
Jack's brow itched with sweat he could not wipe away. "Tony," he gasped.
" I couldn't keep letting you think that... that I was doing this for any other reason than Michelle's death," Tony broke in. "Not after what happened between us," he said, his voice wracked with guilt.
Jack just stared at the pattern of the chain-link in front of him. "You're not doing anything for Michelle," he spat. "If you had really loved her, you would be leaving her memory in peace! You wouldn't be doing this bullshit!"
"And if I really loved you?" Tony snapped. "Face it, Jack, the days when you could guilt me one way or another are long over."
Tony approached Jack and pressed his lips against his. Jack couldn't do anything but jerk away, his muscles tense with fever. He stared at Tony with loathing in his eyes.
"Its not me he's coming for," Tony repeated. He traced a finger along Jack's jawline. "I really am sorry," he said wiith no remorse in his voice.
"Fuck you," Jack said viciously.
Tony lurched away from Jack as footsteps sounded in the background.
"Cara," Tony hissed.
He turned and slipped into the dim light. Jack heard hushed voices.
He let his head loll back, his stomach burning with regret.