[ It takes effort to put the cups of tea down without shaking. The surgeries have gone well, but Cassidy's still recovering; she smiles at Silas, though the expression doesn't reach her eyes. ]
Sorry. I know how it sounds.
[ Like a mother defending her son. A wife to her husband. Love, at any rate.
She sits carefully, smoothing out the fabric of her skirt. ]
Around ten, maybe? I go to sleep early. I usually go in, and he stays in the kitchen until the morning.
[ The surgeries have gone well. He can tell — though he doesn't comment, doesn't ask about what came before, which is a part of why he suspects he's here instead of the cops. There's just the faint hint of something apologetic in his expression as he smiles back, as easily chalked up to the near-Catholic guilt anyone will feel when not playing host as it is to her automatic defense of the other person living in her house, or the effort it takes her to get around. ]
Neither of you noticed anything strange?
[ Moving on serves as tacit agreement to take her word. (Love is— tricky, sometimes. It's his own fault that he decides to believe in it more often than he doesn't.) ]
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[ It takes effort to put the cups of tea down without shaking. The surgeries have gone well, but Cassidy's still recovering; she smiles at Silas, though the expression doesn't reach her eyes. ]
Sorry. I know how it sounds.
[ Like a mother defending her son. A wife to her husband. Love, at any rate.
She sits carefully, smoothing out the fabric of her skirt. ]
Around ten, maybe? I go to sleep early. I usually go in, and he stays in the kitchen until the morning.
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Neither of you noticed anything strange?
[ Moving on serves as tacit agreement to take her word. (Love is— tricky, sometimes. It's his own fault that he decides to believe in it more often than he doesn't.) ]
—Thanks for the tea.