V isn't watching Jackie, but he can hear. There's a concern that wells up in his chest for his choom. V personally felt that Jackie was the one who was more stable between the two of them, more grounded and stable. V was the one with the vices and the one that was unstable. He hated to hear that Jackie wasn't doing well either, but he was not surprised by the news.

"What isn't botherin' me?" He pushed his fingers through his hair, then let his hands fall back to his lap.

"There's some other version've me from some other version've Night City, the fuck that was killin' me's here 'cause bein' in my head wasn't enough, my boyfriend's here but he's datin' the other version've me, somehow I'm here even though that should be fuckin' impossible..." He trailed off. There was another thing that bothered him, but he wasn't going to bring up that Jackie was dead where he was from again. That was some salt in a wound he didn't wish to rub in.