Jack didn't drop his gaze or shy back. It took a little effort, but he remained in place, watching and listening, to both the things that could be seen and heard, and the things that couldn't.

She spoke and he smiled. Smiled a personal sort of smile and dropped his eyes down a little. There was a comfort in it somehow. Neither one of them was alone here. In any sense of the word.

"Oh come on," he said softly, "I know it's been a while but don't tell me you've forgotten already?"

And he drifted his hand from her arm to touch his forefinger lightly under her chin and lift it just a touch before brushing his thumb to her cheek and returning his hand back to her arm.