The words worry him. They're ones he's used too, and he knows all too well that they mean nothing. A cover for a true emotion.

"About the same," he responds. A little understanding he's sure will pass between them.

Jack rarely feels guilty, but he feels it now. Guilty for so many things.

"We do." He nods and looks around the room. Looks at the bed and its slightly twisted sheets. The two pairs of discarded shoes down on the floor.

"I don't know what we do now, Mina." He's honest. "I never expected this."