Lindsey glanced around, then down at himself. He was wearing a suit; a nice suit. The first one he'd bought when Manners had promoted him and Lilah. But his hair, his hair was wrong. It was long, hanging in his eyes. He brushed it back irritably, making notes as Holland spoke.
It took him a few moments to realise that this was wrong; that Phaedra wasn't acting right. He reached across the table, closing his hand over hers.