when I look at the stars I feel like myself

[Jack shrugs, but he's quiet for a moment, thinking back on it] We were talking. About not talking. [Arguing actually, but whatever] I tried to talk. He said he didn't want to. I pushed it. He's always after me to talk to him, and there I was making a point to do so, and he wasn't following suit. He told me that he couldn't deal with me, and threw me out. [Another shrug. There were more words exchanged, obviously, and some of them not entirely kind to each other, but that was the gist of it.]