[Lockon's frown, and his silence, are enough to give Lacus pause. He looks so... perhaps not upset, but quietly troubled. Lacus watches for a few moments, joining him in his silence. She doesn't regret telling him, but neither does she want it to be the focus of their time together.]
[She slips her arm around his; luckily, the hand closest to her was empty. Leaning closer, Lacus rests her cheek on Lockon's shoulder. She still wears her sanguine expression, but for now her gaze rests upon the stretch of ice around them.]