[Ah, success. Rue looks pleased enough with the gift that Jack relaxes in turn, reassured that he is not, in fact, a terrible beast. Or in so much danger of being punched in the face. Or both, really.]

My fault or not, I would be a complete- a really awful person if I saw you like that and decided it wasn't my problem. [He gives a little scoff, slipping between sentiment and almost-teasing before either of them can get too mushy.] And I'd lose the company of a fellow lover of music! Which, let's face it, would be completely stupid on my part.