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[Whether it be a negotiation between two warring species or a one on one with a member of his crew, Jean-Luc had become quite adept at reading people in most matters. He could read a situation, read body language, read a certain tone or a glint of the eye. It was rare that he became awkward or stinted in any way, at least not in public. Usually those moments were reserved for his discomfort with children, the unwanted romantic overtures of Ms. Troi or the lack of propriety from the Q entity with all of its misuse of unlimited power.
Needless to say, he can also glean some understanding from avoidance, as in the way she avoids looking in his direction at the moment. It's strange how disheartening he finds that slightest of changes, for many reasons, the main one being that he finds himself concerned over what he might have said or done to be the catalyst for the sudden unseen distance between them. The room might be small, but suddenly it felt rather large.
Jean-Luc furrows his brow, tilting his head and watching her closely, more our of curiosity, a want to understand, than anything else.] Should I apologize, Doctor? Perhaps I've inadvertently said something untoward. I can assure you, any upset was by no means intentional.