Re: Casper & Fiona - the next morning
His dimples... she had mentioned them more than once last night, though he doubted their conversations from last night now, it was a comfort, in a way, that she mentioned them again. "I'm ridiculously grateful for my dimples, in that case," he replied, and it was true - he liked that she found him attractive. Last night, he'd hoped they could do this again, despite being colleagues, but this all had thrown a whole new issue into the possibility of that. He still wanted it, but of course would understand if she didn't.
His voice was still low, and he asked, "How are you feeling?" He didn't mention what she'd said about her ex - ex-husband at that, he hadn't even known she'd married - but he did file the information away for later. Maybe, if she did want to see him again, or maybe even be friends, they could talk about that when she felt comfortable. He wanted her to be feeling comfortable, in this moment, but he also knew that might not be possible. His arms were settled solidly around her, though not so tight that she couldn't move or move him off of her, and the warmth of her tiny body so close to his made an entirely different kind of warmth bloom in his chest. He liked her, and part of him dreaded that, but the eternal optimist in him hoped that this awful instance wouldn't defy what they... well, what they maybe could be.