The coat gets discarded over the back of a nearby chair and Jack's hands go to Mina's shoulders. He brushes her hair back, back away from her neck, exposing the soft skin there, his fingers just delicately brushing over it. He looks at her in the mirror in front of them, looking at her face as he stands behind her.

For Jack, feelings have become something so hard to admit, but being with her now, he's shot right back, years seeming to disappear. He whispers. "I've never stopped loving you, you know."