"If Catherine were to die of an illness or of natural causes, I probably would not be myself for a long time, but I would eventually continue my work and try to keep her memory alive, if someone were to kill her however... I would make sure they face a punishment worse than death," Jack smirked his torture smile. Then, the first part of the question began to sink in, his expression dropping. "I... Have actually seen him doing... Terrible things to himself, his cutting problem can get very bad sometimes, and once I caught him in the infirmary and... And he had a gun and he... He nearly... Sorry, I do not wish to share anymore for David's sake," Jack cleared his throat, trying to get his eyes to stop watering. David suddenly began to shake a little in his sleep. Nightmares began to flood his mind, memories of his past. Memories of his mother's funeral, and the dozens of suicide attempts that followed it. Memories of his constant school tormentors, and the things he let them do to him just to get them to leave him alone. All memories of times he wanted nothing more than to disappear off the face of the earth. When all of a sudden, the nightmares began to clear up a bit. A sense of comfort and bliss spread itself throughout his mind. Meanwhile, in the waking world, Jack had noticed David's distress, and absent-mindedly began to run his fingers through the blonde's hair. Chuckling at the small pleased hums that came from David, which only grew as Jack's fingers caught a few little knots. David let his body relax, and focused on the comfortable sensation.