[He doesn't let go of her completely, doesn't think he could. But he runs one of his hands through his hair again and he's looking away from her for a moment to gather himself, real distress in both his stance and his expression. He makes absolutely no effort to cover that up when he looks back to her.]
[He doesn't have to ask how she knew it hadn't been him. It had been easy to tell. He hates that he even knows.]
action;
[He doesn't have to ask how she knew it hadn't been him. It had been easy to tell. He hates that he even knows.]
What happened?