Dave rarely returns the affection. Sometimes he reacts with mild curiosity, poking at her face and drawing shapes on her cheek. Sometimes he just shoves her off.

Today, however, he's got both hands on Jade's shoulders. It's like he's trying to give her a hug but he's forgotten how to do it. His mind is eerily silent save for an almost audible ? of confusion, but beneath the surface there's still a garbled whisper of higher thought.

It's a plea for help.