Jack says something, could be calm down or could be miss you or could be nothing at all. He pulls away, looking at Ennis and he's intent and he's sad and he's confused all at the same time, and the rain drowns out whatever it is he might be saying.

"Ennis?" he says (and that comes out clear), bewildered, as the shadows start creeping in further. He doesn't seem to notice them, and somehow Jack's dry, despite the rain and the leak--or no leak, though the tent's a pretty cheap canvas number (Fuckin cheap Aguirre, Jack would say).