Jack felt sorely disappointed that he wouldn't get donuts. He also spent some time reflecting on the fact he'd never done anything nearly so nice for Gary. Sure, he'd saved the guy's life more than a few times, but other than that, it had been pretty much a take and take more relationship. But Jack knew one thing for sure. Helping Buffy had felt good. And he felt like a hero.

Man. People were going to be so impressed when they hear how damn sensitive he is. So in spite of feeling like crap and being stuck staring at the ceiling, Jack smiled to himself.

"You did good, Jack. You did good."