[She frowns and squeezes his hand. She's not sure if she should ask, if he's ready to tell her, but she understands. She used to refuse to eat in the asylum.]

Jack... Whatever happened in there... I'm here - we both are - whether you're ready to say or not.

[She looks at him.]

Even if you never say. It's your decision. But we're here and we're not going anywhere.