Her back is to the doorway; she's smoothing her hands over the folded clothes in the duffel bag sitting on the comforter.

She sniffles and shakes her head, not turning just yet.

"I'm fine. I just need, um -- "

She stares hard at the two white T-shirts beneath her palms.

"His toothbrush."

She forces a quick smile, hoping it's reassuring, and gives Rudy's forearm a gentle squeeze as she passes him to retrieve the toothbrush and Bill's deodorant from the bathroom.