Chuckling at confusion, she reached down and threaded her fingers with his to keep his attention focussed and grounded on the present and on her. She'd read somewhere that having an anchor helped people work through difficult emotions and the situation with his son was proving to be difficult indeed. She had a fine line to tread between wanting to protect Hemingway and preserve his relationship with his son. She'd just be damned if she let Jack blame everything on his father.
"Spandex. It's a skin tight, super shiny material, you'd love it." She chuckled, keeping his eyes on hers. "And you're angry because you want him to care, you want him to sit down and talk with you, with me, with Amy or your doctor. How would he know how you've been since he disappeared? Has he even asked if you were okay, if I was okay. You're angry at him and you have a right to be angry. He's not a child, he's an adult who is becoming selfishly narrow minded while you're changing for the better. That scares you and makes you angry...." her eyes pierced his. "It terrifies you because you're starting to consider the fact that you're just a better man than he is."