"Hi," Coop answered, reaching halfway across the table. Halfway to the coffee, his hand changed directions. He was still half-asleep, but it didn't take a slap in the face for him to see that something was the matter...and it was pointless to ask her what was on her mind. In a place like this, what wouldn't be? "You okay?" he asked softly as his fingers twined through hers.
She had his full attention -- nothing was more important to Coop than his wife and her happiness, and if there was anything he could do -- or had failed to do...