Jack slides his arm around her, holding her close. He never knows what to say in these situations and neither does she but this, he knows how to do. She feels similar to his own Carter, too, and he wonders if they would be so bad at this. Probably. He's never been good at expressing himself.

After a few long minutes, he squeezes her shoulder. "Might better get out of here in case the kids wake up. Or, well, William. Janet's not mobile yet."