Tony and Mary
Mary wasn't touchy either, but she appreciated Tony putting his hand on hers. She pressed her fingers back up against his.
She wasn't sure if all of that was true, being anyone. Mary would still always be herself, the proper lady that her parents had raised. She didn't know if she could ever catch up to women like Jadzia, no matter how clever she was.
Mary reached up with her free hand and subtly wiped at her eye. That was the most crying that she was going to allow herself to do in public. "I think it was a mistake. I think he is trying to forget the detective and now he feels guilty because he loves her. When I talk about it, it just reminds him."