[ Jack would rather like to be considered normal company, but he understands a lot about extenuating circumstances. He settles himself more comfortably on his chair, long legs crossing so he could rest his elbows on them and lean forward, fixing Bruce with an attentive gaze. ]

Whatever you tell me will stay between us, I promise.

[ a pause and, finally putting into words the elusive slip of half-knowledge he'd been holding for months, he said slowly: ]

... that was you, wasn't it? When the specters came out of the satellite wreckage.