It sounds so silly to hear him being called Mister Cooper, but Nancy doesn't dwell on it. The reasons for Mr. Cooper's fear, then, seemed perfectly rational, but Nancy found it hard to equivocate the young boy that had slept in her arms, who had cried on to her shoulder.

But this same boy, who'd snuggled close to her, was now itching to get away. She wanted to keep him here, to talk, to get coffee, maybe, or a drink. But she's not sure where to go from here, and that's why she gives him a nod. "Oh- yeah. Right. Right." She forces a tight smile and wipes on her eyes again.

"You let me know if you need anything, okay?" Just so he knew. That she was there. Even if he didn't want anything to do with her.