Though it seemed almost like it would have been impossible, and though it was just as much a surprise to himself, Jack found himself smiling. It was only small, only gentle, but it was a smile nonetheless.

"Thank you," he said with a nod.

He'd come a long way now from the man terrified to even touch her timeline. But then the last year had taken its toll on him. In his mind he assured himself he'd bring her back. He'd have her back and nobody would ever be any the wiser, no matter how long she was gone.

His head turned back again. He looked to the window and it seemed impossibly far away. He still felt tired, still ached, and the bed was what he needed, he knew that. And so he let himself shift back, pulling his legs back up, and moving in the bed to lie back again, the sheet resting gently over him.

His eyes flicked towards her.

"How do I look?" he asked.