action.
[john looks across the table at the expression on her face, and there's something warm, quiet. there's an ache in it for a moment before he nods]
I think I'm choosing not to believe it, because I... don't think I'd be able to function if I thought it was true. How... are you adjusting? [to being here. she hasn't really been here very long, and he wonders so he asks, always with the understanding she doesn't have to answer if she doesn't' want to]