[ Michael doesn't know Jack well beyond old and cannibal, but he still laughs at how candid Tate's burn is. That look he gave Tate before, that bump in the road he tripped over - it's gone now. He's just happy, as sweet and angelic as he's ever been. ]

Well, uh... I'm here, if you want a friend your own age. Hanging out with you and talking about snakes and old guys and stuff feels a lot better than being alone.