[ Comparison is often the thief of joy. Jack’s company is perfectly worthwhile; Martin doesn’t mind him being a bit rigid socially. Hell, he’d fallen all over himself for a guy with the social graces of an angry wet cat, murder mittens and all. Jack does not have murder mitten vibes, even if he’s just as likely to cause the apocalypse.

But if he can get John to smile, he might (eventually) pry one out of Jack. When they’re doing something that isn’t having a very existential sort of conversation. ]

You just have to remind yourself that it’s not the end of the world– [ OH the pause. The wince. The awkward laugh. ] Usually. [ Oprah is about to come out. You get an apocalypse! You get an apocalypse! Christ… ] Sometimes you have to make difficult decisions, and there’s… little to give you more to know if the decision you made was right. Oh. Have you ever heard of the trolley problem? It’s where you have to make a reeeeeal rough choice. Usually kinda morbid. “Stay on the current track and you run over an innocent family or a pod of puppies…” [ He makes a sour expression before continuing ] Or, turn the track and hit someone else. Like the team of scientists that has the cure for cancer. One tugs at the heartstrings, and the other you could debate, would save millions. Would sacrificing the one justify the other? [ It's awful having to actually make choices like this. He would not recommend. ]

I don’t know about wiser… I think?