She frowned curiously, going into Aubrey's room and putting her to bed. She began checking the rooms.
Jack was still in his room, his shoulders hunched over and his hands trembling against his face. He sat up quickly when she entered, wiping his eyes hastily as he cleared his throat. "Oh. I, uh, thought you'd stay up there a while. Where's Aubrey?"
"Stop," she said suddenly, catching his hand. "Stop trying to get past me and just.." She shook her head. "I'm worried about you. I'm sorry.. I'm worried about you."
She watched him, her eyes intense. "Well I am! I am worried. And you don't seem all too fine right now."
He stood over Aubrey's crib, looking down at the baby. His hands were tight around the gate, his knuckles white from squeezing so hard.
She watched him, observing his eyes before stepping to the side, opening the doorway for him to pass as she watched the ground.
She watched the door, before going to the couch and sitting. Her hands folded, and she bit her lip uncertainly.
She frowned, standing suddenly. She had to try. It was the least she could do. She headed into the bedroom without a word, sitting next to him. She seemed determined, but also nervous.
