Oh, why the long face? The smile Miles had worn in his first moments on this scene seemed like a long lost memory. It's funeral had been held a thousand years ago. They weren't having fun, were they? This plane had slipped into quite a desert of seriousness some time between his arrival at this stair and the one that lie four above it.
I haven't told you my last name.
“Haven't you?” The thin pencil line of her brows slid into high, concerned arches. Not hinting at any awareness of her own slip up, but seeming almost perturbed by the fact that he didn't remember telling her. As if the words had just slipped from his mouth all of two seconds ago! Darling, have you lost your mind? Shall she fetch the good doctor and have you committed?