Her gaze was there, wide and steady through the dark as Jack's eyes found her own. She met it unblinking, silently attempting to remind Jack of her presence.

Each time before, Jack seemed to reach for connection when he woke. Some unspoken part of it seemed to crave it. And now, finally understanding what his body went through Reinette was fully prepared to be there for him.

Which only made her all the more confused as he pulled away. At first just physically, withdrawing his hand. But then a more complete effort, fully turning his back on her. Practically removing himself from the bed. She did not understand.

Until the moment that she did.

Pride was something Reinette was all to familiar with. She had a great deal of it herself. More than was perhaps healthy. She suspected Jack was the same. But she stood firm that this was not the moment for it.

"Jack," she said his name softly. Yet another way between them. She navigated the tangle of sheets to rest on her knees behind his back. One hand reached out to palm the skin there. Warm where just hours before it was cold. And then her arms, both of them, moved to wrap themselves loosely about his chest. She did not make him look at her, instead her cheek came to rest on the back of one shoulder.

"Jack."