"Yeah," Jack says with a short nod. He knows Trudy wouldn't mind, that she would understand. It doesn't help him from feeling like a third wheel at times, though.

Jack runs a hand through his hair, then rubs the back of his neck. Between the not-sleeping and the stress and the healing of the last few days, he's beyond exhausted.

"I think I'll try and get some sleep now. Help yourself to anything I've got to drink, or the TV, or to the blankets and pillows in the closet." He swallows. "And if I have a nightmare or something..."