[ Laura smiles at his reaction to the sweatshirt, joining him on the ground. It would feel too odd to sit on the bench above him. Looks like the shirt is a success, but then he freezes (no pun intended) at the book, and she gets worried. ]

Is.. is that alright? To get you a book about yourself? It's a little tacky, I know, like wearing the t-shirt of the band whose concert you're going to see, but I saw it in the shop and I thought of you so I bought it because I thought maybe you hadn't seen it...

[ She's rambling oh gods, Jack, please stop her talking. ]