Jack tapped both hands against his thighs again, it was like punctuation somehow.

"Good," he said, and he made a point not to look to the photographs even as she gestured out towards them.

"Should go get dressed," he said, affirming it more than anything. It shouldn't be such a big step, but somehow it was. That step forward. That step to dressing as Jack. To maybe being himself.

He stood then and moved quickly towards the door, turning only briefly back towards her with a nod.

"Won't be long," he said, and he headed again up the stairs.