[Oh, that sad little smile. She could argue that it's nice anyway, but it seems like a lot of effort. She reaches for him instead, rests a hand just above his knee and squeezes briefly - reassurance, gratitude, a few other things less easy to define - before she turns her attention back to the soup.]
Mm. I'll remember that. [She won't ask, though. Murphy's probably as cut up about this as she is, he just handles it differently.] This is good.
What did you want to talk about?
[Because he's avoiding it, and that makes her nervous.]
no subject
Mm. I'll remember that. [She won't ask, though. Murphy's probably as cut up about this as she is, he just handles it differently.] This is good.
What did you want to talk about?
[Because he's avoiding it, and that makes her nervous.]