Even if Jack never mentioned it, Dylan knows. He knows his son. Jack likely gets a sense of that, that certainty, now, too, slipping through the connection like a sob, as Dylan pulls him back against his chest.

"Yeah," he breathes, instead. A moment of pause follows, as he struggles to get a handle on himself, and then he nudges Jack's knee with his own. They can keep talking, God, he wants to, needs to talk to him, but they need to keep up with the show. Jack needs to fight back.