He looks happy, Dev thought as Sato flipped through photographs. That's good. That means she's taking care of him and that means--
-and that means absolutely nothing. After all, she had been happy when she had been with Ash, but it had really been Raum fattening her up for a slauther. She had been happy when she had been with College - not knowing the whole time that he thought of her like a particularily amusing toy. Being taken care of means nothing -- it all depends on the why.
Dev did not sit down. In fact, she crossed over to where Sato was sitting and wrapped her arms around herself as she stood slightly parallel to the bench. "Alex seems happy. I'm glad of that. But I don't understand something."
Actually, I don't understand more than a few somethings, but Dev felt that she had come upon a point and she had to stick very close to it or else she'd be lost in a blizzard of flutters and sympathy. "Why, if you're on such good terms with his father," if he even has one, "aren't you talking to him about it? Why is Alex with you? I think you've come a little too far to drop all these hints and then just not tell me because you're afraid of disturbing me."
She offered the woman, who really did look rattled, a small half of a smile. "My disturbance threshold is pretty high right now, anyway. After all, you didn't see me running for the cops after you've told me how you found me."