Jack closed his eyes against the contact, not wanting to loose Gregory as a friend but knowing, knowing if Ray needed that he would give it up. He nodded a bit, about to speak when the girls came in. Oh well.
He sat up a bit, smiling for them in the same weak manner even if he shifted his arm a bit to take hold of Greg's hand to squeeze lightly before he laughed at the sight of the sleep mussed hair of Sofia, "Look at you, darling, like a little troll doll but far cuter. Those things always terrified me, but it might have been because my neighbour growing up looked like one and she loathed my very existance. 'Jonathan Dent' she'd say, 'Get yerself to school, youngin' and out of me presence!'" The voice had to be done as well, "Every morning, she'd say that." He tilted his head, "Never was late for class, though."