[His lips part slightly, as if he's about to reply to her, but his mouth sort of freezes as he realizes he has nothing to say. Not to that, at least. Jack wants to tell himself that her approval means absolutely nothing, but it doesn't, really. If he wasn't looking for her to accept him and all his failings--the very specific failings that shaped her experiences--then he wouldn't be here in the first place.
No use pretending. Maybe he's a little relieved. He'll watch her for a few moments, trying to discern what she might be thinking before she goes ahead and voices it.]
It's something familiar. [And home is far away, after all.] You're allowed to be a little sentimental.
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No use pretending. Maybe he's a little relieved. He'll watch her for a few moments, trying to discern what she might be thinking before she goes ahead and voices it.]
It's something familiar. [And home is far away, after all.] You're allowed to be a little sentimental.