Cathy edged closer to him, sitting back on her knees as she regarded him, giving a slow nod of acknowledgment to his response. 'All right' was acceptable. For the moment. Even if she didn't believe him for a second.
His query about her day made her smile wryly, in spite of herself. "Sucked," she admitted bluntly, reaching with gentle fingers, barely grazing, to brush a stray lock of hair from his face. She returned the question with the air of one who already knew the answer. As if they both weren't expressly aware of the elephant in the room. Yeah, right. "Yours?"