Jay takes her hand and gets up, shakily. He smiles at Iman, though it's brittle and tense, a fake smile plastered on for the sake of appearances.

"I'll trust your judgement, darling," he says and there's an echo of his usual smarminess in his voice. He's far from recovering, but he's on his way to faking recovery regardless.

"Thank you," he says and his voice is suddenly curiously flat again. "I ... I appreciate it."