[Some of the tension leaves her, and she unfolds her hands and sets them down on the table again, and for the briefest of moments, she wishew that she could reach one out to him.
An urge that she fortunately shoves away in time before she makes the mistake of doing so.]
Concerned?
[She tips her head.]
About what?
[There is any number of things that she could guess, but she wants to hear it from him...]
no subject
An urge that she fortunately shoves away in time before she makes the mistake of doing so.]
Concerned?
[She tips her head.]
About what?
[There is any number of things that she could guess, but she wants to hear it from him...]