It felt to Jack that he was simply weighed down. He felt heavy, and he supposed in many ways he was; his body now the mass that was likely triple that it had been the day before. Even with death, the change took some getting used to.

Usually, perhaps, he'd have some sort of awareness. The way she moved could be so like him. There was a comparison they could draw that they both knew was there. But yet perhaps it was his tiredness, or still cloudy mind, but he couldn't note it now.

And so maybe because he couldn't note it (or maybe his action would have been the same either way), his hand shifted to hold Reinette's close to his. The hand that just touching gently was enough to coax him a little more.

And he smiled.