[ There is a difference. But that's a boundary d'Artagnan hasn't crossed, has never crossed. At least, not yet, and for now, he thinks he knows where that boundary lies. He's talked to Armada about it. He's even talked to Gliese about it, to an extent. He thinks he knows what he's doing.

And even if he doesn't, that's not his point. Jack is one of the few that he might actually listen to, even when he's tired of being lectured by everyone.

He doesn't argue, when Jack qualifies it. I only cared about myself. He doesn't think it's true, though. He remembers the man who ran towards a bomb just to try and save him. That's always his image of Jack. Because of that moment, he never had any doubt that Jack cared about him. Not until the day he'd threatened him for Hanna's sake.

He sets his jaw, and points at Jack. His dark eyes hold a hint of temper, but his voice is absolutely, perfectly calm. ]

You don't threaten me again. Not like that. I mean it, Jack. If you're my friend, you don't say that to me.

I'll take it personally. Are we clear?