He nudges her leg back and flashes her a smile before tucking into his breakfast.
There's a shift in the atmosphere around them, like an unseen cloud thickening the air over them. She lapses into a silence that makes hearing and sensing the signs of inner-conflict not only easy, but impossible to ignore.
The problem with reading the world the way he does is that there isn't always pretense to admit what he knows. Something is bothering her, and he's praying that it isn't regret, but a direct question asking her what it is is hard to voice without a reason.
When her glass is set down empty with still no further conversation he uses that as excuse enough and finally asks, "Is everything okay?"
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There's a shift in the atmosphere around them, like an unseen cloud thickening the air over them. She lapses into a silence that makes hearing and sensing the signs of inner-conflict not only easy, but impossible to ignore.
The problem with reading the world the way he does is that there isn't always pretense to admit what he knows. Something is bothering her, and he's praying that it isn't regret, but a direct question asking her what it is is hard to voice without a reason.
When her glass is set down empty with still no further conversation he uses that as excuse enough and finally asks, "Is everything okay?"