"We're okay." He reassured her quietly, tightening his grip on her. They did have some things to talk about, but they would be okay. He rubbed a hand over her upper arm, lost in his own thoughts, in the silence for a moment. A sigh echoed around the room, as he tried to think of something, anything he could say, but he distinctly remembered after losing Mercy that nothing anybody had tried to tell him had sunk in, let alone made him feel any better. It took time, a long time, and this was fresh, hearing it would be alright one day didn't do anything now.

And so he would sit in the quiet with her and worry and fret in a manner that would make his mother proud. When she was ready they could talk about it. "Have you eaten?" He asked after a few moments. He remembered having to make sure his mother had eaten after Mercy's death. It was a straightforward thing, but grief messed with a person's head in the strangest of ways. Jess wasn't much of a cook, but he could scrape together some snacks and a bottle of wine, if she was hungry.