"Thank you." He replied once he had permission. The pizza did clearly cheer Jack up some. Even if it reminded him of nights at the bunker or pit stops on the road. Even if the Winchesters didn't remember him from back home, at least Jack had those memories. The good, the bad and the very ugly.

Even if Jack didn't know what Michael was thinking, he would be thankful to his uncle for helping keep his secret protected, but it would come out sooner or later. Though, next time that Eddie has Dungeons & Dragons, he might invite Michael to go with him. He planned to play next time.

"Yes, it was awhile ago, he was weak and we got in a pretty bad argument." Finding out Lucifer had lied about killing one of the apocalypses survivors had led to a big enough argument that Jack had planned to cut him off completely, but Lucifer stole his grace and lead to further pain. He was still angry at his father for that. "I did not know he was low of grace, but it does make me question if he is from that time." Jack was never good at hiding his emotions, a worried and almost sad look crossing his features.

Jack had stopped eating for now, looking down at the second half eaten slice, his mind wandering if Lucifer would do that again.