"You're a young man. I'd have to say, that your life would be wasted just as much if you didn't attempt more outings. How are you doing with that...Abby, Annie, Addi...Amy, isn't it?" Yes, the crone was definitely playing with the poor boy, but this was a nice little change.
"You shouldn't be so caught up in the numbers when life is meant to be lived not just examined through a lens." Jack finally looked at the doctor, brow raised. The boy was smart enough, surely he'd get it. "And I am glad to see that you aren't wearing those ridiculous shoes. They were very unbecoming. Though..."
The larger hand than usually would have done this reached over and touched the younger man's face. Brushing at the scruff, those finger tips moved along the jaw to the rather mussed hair. It was forward, and Jack didn't seem at all to mind that he might be invading someone's personal space.
"If you think very hard, you'll know." Jack probably had some of "Red"'s scent. Something there that couldn't hide no matter what body the crone was in.