Jack finds himself a pair of sandals and an only slightly ridiculous luau shirt just to keep going their "argument" about the lack of color in his wardrobe.

He holds the door for her on their way out of their last stop, squinting up at the sky for a moment for a general idea of what time it might be. "So, uh... go drop this stuff off at home and then go to Dad's?"

He doesn't really want to have to juggle a dozen shopping bags and whatever luggage they throw together for Dylan.