Jim turns his hand palm-up, and interlaces his fingers with Hunter's. "Yeah. I couldn't decide if I even wanted to let her see me, but... she's trying." And despite the resentment that Jim still has for his mother, for her distance throughout his childhood, part of him has always understood why she might've done it. If she wasn't close, then maybe it wouldn't hurt to be around him. And now that she knows what it's like to lose him, maybe she's discovered it isn't going to help at all.

Doesn't mean that he approves of her choices, of course. And it doesn't get rid of years of abandonment.

"To be fair," he says, trying to lighten things slightly, "I am living in her house."