Anne waits patiently for him to finish speaking, and when he does, her expression softens all the more, breath leaving her in a quiet huff of acknowledgment. "Jack..." She meets his eyes with a steady sort of sadness, and after a moment's hesitation she reaches out to take one of his hands. It feels natural, so simple and straightforward when she'd felt so unprepared to face him, to face this. But things feel clearer now than they did.

"You are what I need," she says, slowly, picking her words with great care. "But I need you to be you with me. Not someone else." She sighs, averting her eyes, but only for a moment. She wishes she knew better how to speak gently, that she had Greta's gift for it, but she won't look away from him. "You don't have to be everything all at once. And I... I should've known you'd worry. Should've let you."

She wants to pull herself up beside him, to be closer, but she waits, letting him decide when and where and how close. She still feels a bit uncertain, not sure if she's said too much or too little, or the right or wrong thing. Not good at simply spilling it all out the way he does.