[She listens quietly, watching him watch her, biting back the vague inchoate feelings of apprehension at the intensity in his eyes, the odd character of his voice. It doesn't mean anything, she knows, but it's still a marked shift from before and the last time she went along with a marked shift from someone wearing his face —

She shakes her head, frees a hand, and reaches out to snap her fingers in front of his face, a reasonable but short distance from his nose.]

You did this the last time, when it was your old partner we were talking about. If it's important enough to make you worry about me, it's important enough to warrant telling me more than just the bits and pieces you think it's safe for me to know.

[She remarks, following it up with a light brush of her knuckle over the curve of his cheek.]