"Oh goodness, neither do I," I replay, laughing a little when he shoves a piece of bacon at my mouth. I don't bite into it quite yet, instead taking it from his hand and relaxing against his arm. As hard as everything had been when I first arrived, I know I can't even imagine how rough it'd been for Jack. I saw it firsthand, after all. And to think of him ending up here with no support at all, no one to sit with him when the anxiety was just too much...

Well. No. No, I just really don't want to think about it.

Letting out a breath then, I take a small bite of the bacon and try for a smile. "Sometimes it kinda feels meant to be, doesn't it?" I ask, tipping my head to look over at him. "I mean, this isn't at all how I ever coulda imagined things bein', but it's just... I don't know. This place isn't always awful and as long as you're around, I feel like it's not too bad at all. You think that's weird?"