He puts the bowl down and steps away, shoving hands in pockets. With Jack he didn't have to fake putting on a smile, or dignity, or anything. With those he cares about and started to check on, finally, they know him so he also can just be himself.

He's not sure what he might need from her one day and he's kept a mask off for the last few weeks that he just settles awkwardly in between appearances. He hopes he can keep this brief. He has no actual desire to be here.

"How are you?"