Hopefully if the problem had been what Seamus was thinking, Astoria would've just come out and told him. Since she didn't, he was going to assume it was something else. So he propped his chin on his fist and leaned forward, a concerned frown pinching the skin between his eyebrows as her smile disappeared. One of those weeks. He definitely knew. In the restaurant business, those weeks happened all the time. Somehow he suspected Astoria's bad experiences didn't have anything to do with work, however. She didn't act like she wanted to talk about it, but sooner or later, she would. She wouldn't have come to him otherwise. If it surprised him that she had come to him at all, he didn't make a big deal of it.