It was funny, because she noticed that he had noticed, and then he noticed that she had noticed that he had... oh, it was ridiculous, and not a word was spoken, there was just something in the air between them that neither of them were addressing directly.
"The fourth of July?" he asked, giving her a pretty blank look. He couldn't for the life of him figure out why that date would be significant, not without something else to go on. "Okay. What else is it? I don't know what you're referring to," he admitted, with a bit of a laugh.
"No, when I said we, I meant you and me, on the downlow," he explained. "I've not even written that part down, it's just between us, okay?" he nodded. He thought it was completely mad that she thought she deserved it, but after hearing the story about her childhood he supposed he could better understand the deep-rooted psychological trauma she must have endured. He wished she would listen to Dan Torrance, but he wasn't about to bring it up again. This was politics, not therapy.
Once he was settled again, he took a sip of delightfully hot coffee this time. "Okay. A break until we finish these, and then we can get back to it," he suggested. "What sort of procrastination were you thinking?"