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Lily Evans (just_lily) wrote in silverage,

Lily nodded. Her nostrils flared slightly at the mention of his son, because it prompted thoughts of her son. The one she didn't have yet but everyone from home knew about. The one who'd had a birthday yesterday. She was tempted to ask how old his son was, but that would be engaging in conversation that had nothing to do with work, and he'd made it clear they had a work-only relationship.

"You should get on that, then," she said gently, much of the fire drained from her. Maybe it was the reason. Maybe it wasn't. Maybe something she'd said or done had triggered the recollection for him. Either way. She wished her son was here, and she could have gotten him a present. Better yet, she wished she was home and working on conceiving her son, but that was neither here nor there, and was currently an impossibility.

Her eyes closed against the sorrow before she shook her head and turned again toward the door. She was curious about his life. His family. She had no reason to be, but somehow the idea of him having a son made her want to meet his child. Children, if there was more than one.

She paused at the door, but what was there left to say? Nothing to do with work, and nothing that was any of her business, and nothing that he wanted to hear. In short, they had nothing to say to one another. "Enjoy your day," she said instead.