Joan is looking out the window, trying to order her thoughts, to plan out exactly who they would talk to, exactly what they would say, exactly what sorts of blockades will be thrown in their way and how to go over them.

Then Beard puts his hand on her shoulder, and she looks over at him, meeting his eyes. He's so kind, and has been such an incredible, steadfast friend to Ted, and now to her.

She leans into the touch, letting him put his arm around her and resting her head on his shoulder.

"I appreciate you," she says softly, the use of Ted's phrasing absolutely intentional.