Jacques's expression was just as dark while Scout spoke, his gaze fixed straight ahead, but about halfway through her speech his face slackened, and he looked up at her. He stayed focused on her for as long as she continued to speak. When she finished, he looked down,scratched the side of his face, and looked up at her again. These movements were strangely erratic, and when he spoke, his voice was subdued and hoarse.
"No, Scout... no, you're not. Everything that you said makes perfect sense to me." He said, only just loud enough for her to hear. "You make the best of the time you've got. God, if anything, I am doing you a disservice by behaving like this. I'm sorry."