You miss the routine, knowing what would come next from season to season, having some pattern that could be seen even if other things weren't entirely certain. Yeah, I... I understand.

[He meets her gaze, struck both by how young she looks and how tired. They're too young to be this level of worn down, but maybe that means they're young enough to pull back from it and find happiness again. JC would like to think that, anyway.]

I miss the food. It's stupid, I know, I know, but, well. You understand, I'm sure.