He punches Ben before he can open his mouth again because the weasel’s aggravating Locke. Then he orders the others to start choosing cabins and picks his own with a cocked eyebrow and a grin. When Claire gives him a smirk, it somehow makes him feel a little better; and the hand clap on his back from Hurley seals the deal.

With his gun propped on his shoulder he looks out towards the jungle and wishes Jack were there.

This leadership shit, he’d tell him matter-of-factly while throwing his hair back, it ain’t that hard.

And they’d share a laugh.