"Good."

Will pauses, looking at her steadily. He wants to reach out. Touch her face, brush her hair out of her eyes, make contact somehow. He wants to comfort her, because it breaks his heart to see her like this, to know she can't look up at him, can't meet his eyes.

She must really miss Jack.

That thought ruins everything, and pity is replaced by a bitter resentment. Subtly, Will draws back.

"Glad to hear it."