Greta can well imagine that he hasn't been looked after in a while - too old to still be under his mother's care, and too young to be married. Well, not too young by her universe's standards, but people seem to grow up less quickly here in the future, devoting more years to youth since they have more years to spend. Regardless, he needs looking after now, and it's... nice, being able to do this for someone, if not a member of her own family.

The line between leaning against her for comfort and dozing against her is subtle enough that she doesn't realize Jay's crossed it until it's too late, and he's slowly slumping his way down into her lap. She could rouse him, try to coax him to the bed, or at least edge out from under him before he gets too settled. But when was the last time he actually slept? And does she really want to leave him to his own devices and hope he'll take care of himself instead of dwelling on Tim and climbing the walls?

She doesn't have anything more important to do. She can stay for a while longer, and make sure he at least gets some sleep before she risks waking him by seeing herself out.

Greta looks down at the boy who isn't quite a man, and isn't even close to family, and gently brushes her fingertips through his hair. The weight of his head, some distant part of her notes, isn't so different to the weight of an infant.

There's a blanket neatly folded over the back of the couch thanks to her earlier tidying spree. She carefully turns to pull it down and drape it over Jay as best she can, keeping her movements slow so she won't wake him. Then she settles back against the couch with a quiet sigh. She has her phone, and there's still enough of a charge for her to entertain herself for an hour or so, long enough for him to get some rest.

And when he no longer needs her, she tells herself, she'll go.