"It seems I haven't been drinking enough, clearly."

He glanced down to his empty wine glass and rolled his eyes a little. It was all this trickery that had put him off his game since he wanted desperately to help Jack. His Jack. The torment must be almost unbearable for both twins. Right, time for the reveal it seemed. He moved to the other and tugged at the scarf, hoping he would see what he wanted on either man.

"Alright, darlings. Which of you is my handsome Jack?"

Narrowing his eyes he studied both men's necks and spotted the long scar instantly on his Jack. That meant the furthest away was Jack and that he had...kissed the wrong man first. Oops. Well, it was bound to happen, surely.