[ Jack's gaze returns to his glass and he takes another sip, savoring the flavour of the tea, swallowing before answering. ]
Optimism can't fix everything, believe me, I know.
[ His usual demeanor wasn't a front; Jack generally was that happy and pleasant and eager to be with people. But it wasn't the entirety of who he was, just like Winter wasn't all pretty hoarfrost on windows and tobogganing. He just was selective about the rest, the part that had been fostered in cold silent moonlight and long years of unanswered questions about everything. ]
Re: action;
Optimism can't fix everything, believe me, I know.
[ His usual demeanor wasn't a front; Jack generally was that happy and pleasant and eager to be with people. But it wasn't the entirety of who he was, just like Winter wasn't all pretty hoarfrost on windows and tobogganing. He just was selective about the rest, the part that had been fostered in cold silent moonlight and long years of unanswered questions about everything. ]