While the smile was still pretty and David reciprocated as much as he would allow himself to, he could tell the difference between a genuine smile, one of the ones that had made him fall in love with her way back then, and whatever this was. Still, he didn't think much of it. This was likely almost as awkward for her as it was for him.
David was a little sad that time had so despondently changed both of them. There had been so many things he'd wanted to say to her, back when they'd initially gone their separate ways. So many things that had seemed important, right up until he'd lost his brother. But now, they were far less important than they probably should have been. “Seems like much longer, actually,” he mused without thinking. Apparently all the time and bad feelings in the world couldn't stem the fact that it was easy to talk to her.
He didn't look at her for too long. Looking at her was both a reminder of how different things were now and a reminder of how simple they'd once been; both painful things that David didn't want to remember.
The way she looked at the ground... David remembered that it meant bad things. Generally, with her, lies. “No,” he said, not allowing her to lie to him anymore. “When you do that... when you look down like that... it means something bad.” He paused, then added, “It usually means you're lying to me.” He pointed at her hands. “That, too. When you do that with your hands. Besides, you told me that you were sorry already. And I said it was fine.”
But... there was one thing he wanted to know. “But... before you tell me why you really wanted to see me, I want to know something...” he paused, then swallowed thickly, wondering where this rush of bravery came from. “Why'd you do it? Cheat, I mean. And why with Brandon? I know I was being distant and everything, but... you didn't really... we never actually talked. Just went on like it was all okay.” And it never was.