Jack turns at her whisper but looks away quickly when he sees her touching her stomach, feeling like he's eavesdropping on a private conversation. He turns back to the pile, folding clothes and placing them in the box next to him.

But as he puts one shirt in the box and turns to the next one on the pile, his breath catches in his throat. It's a Chicago Cubs jersey, and it's not that he can specifically remember a time when Tony wore it, though he's sure he's seen it before. It's that it's Tony's beloved Cubs, something that was just so...so Tony, and for a moment that familar pain hits him again, as he picks up the shirt reverently, staring at it for a moment.