"Hey, hey." Jack spoke quietly and touched a hand to her shoulder as if to gently press her back into the sofa.

"Just me," he said softly. "Got you some stuff to wear."

He smiled at her then. Pausing just to look a moment. He realised it was nice. That somehow, looking at her had become a comfort zone. He wasn't sure when that had happened. At any other time, it might have unsettled him, but not now. He simply didn't allow it to.

"Nice day out," he said. "Thought maybe we could get you dressed, take you out for a drive. If you like, of course. Get something to eat, make a day of it."

He was striving for normal. And he hoped he could make it.