"You're not listening to me," Glen doesn't want to be worried, but he hates seeing Jack so frightened, even this Jack.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I have no intention of harming you. I was-I had no right to purposefully goad you like that, and I apologize. I shouldn't have." It was practically a one-eighty, and Glen was sure he'd regret it in the morning, but right now he saw Jack, trembling, white-knuckled, and frighteningly obedient Jack.