Smiling back, Jacob followed her up to the stairs in silence but stopped at the top. "The guest room?"
Connie hesitated and then shook her head. "My room. Grace doesn't go in there, so if you leave something-"
"She won't see it?" Jacob finished for her, his voice sharper than it had been in weeks.
"Jacob-" Connie attempted, though unsure what she would say. Thankfully, he interrupted her.
"It's fine. Your room it is." He walked past her, his suit hanging over his arm before he lay it on the bed, much as he had done in his own room.
Taking a deep breath, Connie followed him into the room. Whatever was going on in their relationship, or lack of, she needed to push it to the back of her mind and just be supportive. She walked to her wardrobe and pulled it open, raising her eyebrow when she heard a chuckle from Jacob. "Something funny?"
"You open those doors like they're going to reveal Narnia or the crown jewels. So dramatic!"
"Get dressed and stop teasing, Staff Nurse Masters." Connie replied, pulling out the black dress she'd had in mind.
He made his way to the ensuite, thinking it would probably be less awkward for the both of them if he made the decision. That way, she had pretty much everything she needed in there with her anyway. He closed his eyes, his back resting against the door, before inhaling deeply and taking the suit from the carrier.
He finished changing, and decided to wait a few minutes before knocking to see if she was ready for him to come back through.
"You know, you don't have to hide in there."
He heard her voice from the room only a few moments later and he smiled to himself before opening the door to see her stood in front of her mirror. He watched her as she tied her hair loosely behind her back, before turning to face him.
"Would you mind...?" She twisted slightly to reveal a delicate clip at the neck of her dress, and he came to stand behind her as his fingers secured it, aware of how much smaller she was than him without her heels, and of how she held her breath and looked down as he touched her skin.
"All done." He spoke softly, and her eyes flickered up to meet his in the mirror before she turned, his hands catching hers before she made to move away.
"You're beautiful." He couldn't stop himself, but it didn't feel uncomfortable for either of them. Any words she was going to say were lost, there was so much care and intimacy in his to make her chest ache with longing, and sadness.
"We should go."
She looked down again, seeing how he held her hands in his. She gently released hers and he took a step back, edging towards the door.