Where once she would have flinched at his approaching hand, now it only broke her heart. He was afraid to touch her. The man who once wouldn't have hesitated to take her hand or scoop her into a hug was now afraid to even rest a comforting hand on her shoulder. She was damaged now and everyone knew it and no wish from the Seal was going to change that. It wasn't fair and it wasn't right but it didn't matter anymore, did it?
Releasing a long, slow breath, she gave him a shuddering smile. "I'm fine," she offered, even though they both knew it couldn't be further from the truth. All she'd wanted was a few days of carefree fun. Something she didn't think was possible in Lawrence. But even here,far away from the activities of the Seal, she couldn't be free.
"You didn't have to come after me," she told him, meeting those soulful eyes that were so much older than the rest of him. "You're missing the show." She'd seen so many sides of this man. Angry, giddy, hurt. This was her sympathetic Doctor. The one who loved far too deeply. More than even he could admit. And she was grateful for it.