Jonah takes a minute to appear; he has to drag his head out of the paperwork he's been trying to handle alone. He has reasoned that if they can be declared emancipated minors then they'll be able to finish school; it seems ludicrous not to when they have less than a year left. The court system isn't exactly set up to handle transplants, of course, but their situation isn't unique even if it isn't happening all over the world. Just in Delaware, a fact that continues to strike him as both mildly ironic and less funny now that it's a reality.
Ordinarily when just tooling around the house like this he'd have donned the crisp, neatly ironed t-shirt (yes) and sweatpants (yes, also ironed) they keep for such occasions, but one interesting development of an abrupt arrival in Delaware when a person is from Louisiana is that he's cold. So instead he's in a sweater and slacks again, clothes he's been picking out sometimes in tandem with Seth, and then sometimes not. This is one of the days where they happen to be wearing the same thing, and it's comforting in its own way, which means it's a thing Jonah is not sure should comfort him, and still does.
"What are you doing?" he inquires upon entering the room; the question is baldly simple and not accusatory. "I thought you were reading."