It's a thing, maybe, what they do. That they go and sit on Spencer's porch, and Raleigh's curled up beside him, her head on his shoulder with the box of cookies in his lap.

She's just there to be there, the same way that they were when they'd been on the island, when she'd talked about the bakery she's wanted to open. She says something about it now, her voice low and rough from crying.

"I want to find that space for the bakery - soon. I'm- I'm just done, working for a place that treats me like crap." She paused. "I really- I really would like your help." She doesn't ask for help, much. It was really difficult for her, because she felt like it was hard to tell if people really did want to help, but... as far as she could tell, Joel did. "If you're not busy? We could maybe look for places the next day you have off?"