"Thank you," Kyle said. "You always look good." Maybe that sounded wrong, like he was talking about what happened, but he meant it.
"I'm fine," he said. He had made it in and out of that strange bar relatively uneventfully, but that was the last thing he wanted to say to her right now. He took a seat.
"How are you?" he asked. "You... I want to listen. But I don't want to force you to talk about anything you really don't want to."