We've had conversations like this a couple times, though it's been awhile. We don't usually go into how much we miss everyone, but we definitely share the sentiment that, while we'd give anything to be back home again, being here isn't so bad so long as we have each other. Every now and then, I still find myself wondering how much of Jack being her is my fault, like me wishing for it so much brought him here, into this world where he can't live out his dreams.

It's ridiculous, I know. And Jack's never once seemed to indicate any sort of resentment toward me so that's something, at least.

"I'm glad too," I manage, tipping my head back to look up at him. His eyes are warm and soft and I rest my hand on his thigh as I let out a breath. "You know, before you got here, I was pretty miserable. I tried hard not to be, tried to make friends and all that. And I did. People like Derek and Jack and Bay... they helped me get through a lot. But it wasn't quite the same as living in the Haus, of havin' all you hellions constantly underfoot. As noisy as y'all were, sometimes there's nothing I want more than to be back there."