He drops his head a little. Difficult to think of him, of their son and wherever he might be now. He pushes that to the side though. "Jack, yes." He nods, and he feels somewhat warmed to be called that by her. But even with that, he whispers, "You don't have to call me that though, not if you don't want to."

"I hope I live up to your expectations." He laughs a little. Hoping that 'Jack' is enough for her.

He turns his head to her and sees the tears in her eyes, eager to brush them away. "Hey, hey. None of that. Come on. I'm here."