"I know," Scotty said gently, settling into Jack's lap, since it was easier to keep holding onto him that way than to try staying standing up. "I'm no' blamin' you for not tellin' me." He pulled back a little to look at Jack, trying desperately to think of something, anything to say. "But. You're tellin' me about it now," he said slowly. "An' I'll listen, Jack. I'm here, aye?"