[ As distracted as Kathleen is, she still sees it: the impulse that almost makes him apologize and the desire that lingers even after he doesn't. It makes the corner of her mouth twitch and Kathleen doesn't smile (god, how long has it been) but she doesn't frown either and her eyes are dry. That's as good as it gets for her some days and Crane is trying (no, he always tries) and she'd be lower than lower if she didn't appreciate that. (It makes her something near to grateful; it makes her guilty too.)
Her eyes follow the piece of paper on its path through the air. ] What've you got?
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Her eyes follow the piece of paper on its path through the air. ] What've you got?