[It's the way he trips over his words that makes her look up, accompanied by a new rush of concern. It's not hard to see that this is one of those terrible questions, the ones that render a person simultaneously desperate for an answer and yet dreading what might come. And his sudden urgency sparks something off in the pit of her stomach, too — a faint twist, because he knows something, he's waiting for something, and whatever she says next will either confirm it or not.
(Calm. She's calm. It's not normal for her to be so affected by someone else's distress — but then, it's not particularly usual for her in the first place, the relationship she has with him.)
She thinks carefully back, tracing the lines of memory as best she can remember, letting her focus drift to a point far away — a sharp contrast to how intently he's still watching her.]
No. He knew things about me, but he didn't know that. It was only things you would've known.
[Which is still a remark loaded and significant, perhaps, but not in the way he's expecting.]
action;
(Calm. She's calm. It's not normal for her to be so affected by someone else's distress — but then, it's not particularly usual for her in the first place, the relationship she has with him.)
She thinks carefully back, tracing the lines of memory as best she can remember, letting her focus drift to a point far away — a sharp contrast to how intently he's still watching her.]
No. He knew things about me, but he didn't know that. It was only things you would've known.
[Which is still a remark loaded and significant, perhaps, but not in the way he's expecting.]