David takes a deep breath and slides down the wall onto the floor. His arms rest on his knees and his head dips. He can feel the blood dripping down his face.
He reaches for the flask in his jacket...
It's already empty.
Jack just silently stands in the doorway for a while before eventually moving to find the gun, putting it in his belt.
"Some fuckin' /nerve/ askin' me fer a favor." He's lucky Jack doesn't want him dead.
And with that, he's going to be taking his leave.