The question surprises him a bit. He hadn’t really planned on getting anything since they weren’t going there in the first place. ”Um… Probably the same thing I got last time,” he answers. ”The afraid-of dish wasn’t that bad.” It was a great dish. He’d have to take her again at some point.
She gives him a strange look as she walks beside him. “Alfredo?” Laughter is bitten back behind metal bars, sealed within her as if not to offend him. They make a turn at the end of the block, and toward the harbor. She was so content with their current situation. “It is pretty good.”
Her stomach drops when she sees the hospital. Oh, he wouldn’t do this to her. No, of course not. They were just walking past it. They always did. Fran was not going to let her paranoia get the best of her right now. She really didn’t need that on her mind.
"Isn’t that what I said?" He feels her tighten her as they approach the hospital. He suddenly remembers that he didn’t have a clue on how he was going to get her inside.
Jack slows a bit when they neared the front, but otherwise kept walking. He was going to have to be quick about it, and get her inside before she could really do anything about it. He stops walking, and holds her hand. ”Fran, I’m sorry.” And he attempts to grab her around her waist to drag her inside.