See if I can stomach something besides water and fruit, attempt to take a nap, try to figure out a plan, give up, have a couple of nightmares...[An echoing shrug.] The usual.

[But he stops walking for a moment, looking at her before a fit of spontaneity hits him and he moves to trap her in a hug. It's very brief, but also fairly tight because...well. Nobody knows the other half of what he's doing. Natalie does now, and she doesn't hate him for it. It's more of a relief than he can imagine. He's also not expecting her to return the gesture and that's completely fine with him.]

Thank you. For...well. You know. I'd say "don't overthink too much" but that's a pretty big thing to ask at this point.