He does eventually orient, with some help of the tight grip the older man has on him. It's not... much but his eyes focus and stop staring, he's aware of his physical position and that he's been wrenched back to life and very much aware that he's been dead.

He blinks up at Jack, then turns his head and coughs with a grimace.

When the words sink in - the meaning of them- he just about loses it completely. He hasn't had time for not staying dead to become exhausting or a personal affront or a source of personal torment, but because he's not stupid. There are so many implications there, and they're... not good.

"Yeah. Thanks." His voice is wrecked, he's starting to shake, he's pale, and that's not physical, that's all panic. Restrained, barely controlled, realizing that he's got it relatively good -comparatively good, anyway- but all the reason in the world isn't going to make the emotion go away.