Lance.
"God, I didn't think it would be so hard to say goodbye to you,'' Jack runs his hands through his hair. His eyes are red but there are no tears in them. This is not goodbye but Jack is choosing to be dramatic right now.
I am not saying goodbye to him because this will be temporary. I will still see him again. Eventually, Ford will be free. He wouldn't have to conform to his father's rules. He will be his own person and then we will come back. We will be with our friends again.
"This is not goodbye,'' I assure him. This is not the end for us. He is my brother. I will never move on from him.
"Kind of feels like it is,'' he mutters sadly. I don't know what I could possibly say to make things better. I mean, I might not see him for a while.
"You can't say this is goodbye for now,'' I manage. It makes sense. At least while we are apart. This will be goodbye until we see each other again.