He took the book while she spoke about it, looking at the back and skimming a bit. He nodded at the little details, agreeing that, so far, it did sound like her. Her sister seemed devoted to her work, an admirable trait, yes, but she worked her sister into the ground he felt. "Huh. I can see that."
River looked down at her hand that was still on his leg, and covered it with his hand. "Honestly? I guess it would have to be someone I care about dying and not know how I feel about them." Most people knew he wasn't spouting out 'I love you's everyday, and because of this, someone might take his harsh personality and denail to say those words much as him not caring.