Oh, Jack is aware of a lot more than Rhys probably thinks he is. He makes a great effort, after all, to pretend that he's just relaxing and minding his own business while Rhys is using the body. The code-monkey thing is a reference to himself, of course, but perhaps the massive propaganda campaign to bury his humble past had worked too well on his favorite little Hyperion stooge to make the joke work. Ah well.

He waits at the end of the nothingness, genuinely pleased to watch Rhys make his way towards him as if he truly is the center of their universe. Which as far as he is concerned, he most certainly is.

"There he is~ That's my special boy," he says, arms held out in welcome. Rhys is wearing the getup with the robe and slippers now and Jack has returned to his normal business outfit. His words are accompanied by a hint of dopamine - something he had discovered he could manipulate inside their shared head - with the promise of more as soon as Rhys made contact.