Jack was pleased to see Monica able to loosen up what with her normally avoiding conversation but he didn't dwell on it much because of getting something out of her even if it was incredibly simple. Though now he actually had to come up with something to say about his own morning that was at least not a shit reply. "Besides the good weather and company its hard to complain, though the trumpets could use some work but I'd rather not have her bring out air raid sirens instead." He said with  bit of a chuckle of the thought even if he wouldn't put it past Dawson to actually do it. When he heard her reply it definitely brought a few questions and an interesting topic to think about later but for now he would rather not drill her for info at the moment. "Suppose you have a point there. I just look at everyone as weird but I find all the quirks interesting rather than strange because its less boring that way." He said sort of musing on the subject from his different perspective and sharing a bit of it. He never doubted for a second he was looked at differently and it was funny to know even normals looked at each other the same way noting the look towards the younger girl who he had been ignoring out of mild annoyance and not wanting to deal with the fuss though the sudden fogginess in his mind caught him by surprise.

Jack felt a quick resurgence in the blind anger leading up to crushing guilt and then mixing in a growing margin of self hate. Honestly he had never truly stopped thinking about murdering his mother refusing to put the blame on anyone but himself for being stupid, impulsive, and not to mention overly confident because of his powers. Though he hadn't had this bad of a recollection in years nor so suddenly that even in his current state something felt horribly wrong with his own mind. His hands clamped onto the edge of the table tight which started to turn his knuckles white causing some pain as well as a sense of something outside of his own thoughts which were jerked to the surface. For him the sensation sort of kept just a small bit of him grounded to reality and in flashes he was sure this wasn't just happening to him but one thing he did know was that he wanted it to stop. He also did his best to fight it more down to a survival instinct than anything else though his will would probably only get him so far but just having that small grip kept his from utterly losing it which for now he refused to do.