Much more extreme lately. He hadn't seen any of her usual dark humour at all. And it worried him now that he realized it.
And he wasn't admitting to it. He still didn't feel much like eating. Not until this was resolved. Which it wasn't.
"You're here and alive," he shot back. "It's working rather well as far as I'm concerned." She'd been alone for over a day, and nothing bad had happened to her, even with two possible killers on the loose and people still randomly disappearing. He'd be thanking Saint Jude first thing in the morning.
Cath hugged Mae, burying his face in her hair. "I'm sorry, love," he told her. He was sorry for a lot of things, but this was hard. He didn't like seeing her hurt at all. It seemed all she did was hurt now.