Evey noticed how he wasn't looking at her. She propped her slight elbows on the table and wrapped both hands around her water glass, swirling it lightly. She took his cue, giving him the privacy his eyes seemed to need by watching only his hands and not his expression.
Her eyes went quiet, and perhaps a little soft, when he mentioned that last part. Preston had always ever been honest with her, but it was rare when he was also as open as he'd just been. Her heart turned a little in her chest, and the feeling surprised the hell out of her.
She'd been trying, on the day she met Aidan again, to get herself back out into ... life. So it seemed that John was also trying to do this. She stared at the condensation dripping off the bottom of her glass, listened to the soft impact of the droplet on the table.
"May I go with you?" she asked. Swallowed. "Tomorrow?" For the second time in as many seconds, she surprised the hell out of herself.
How much of their strange situation really wasn't strange at all? How much of it made so much sense that it could only ever really be this? She looked up at him, breaking her own self-imposed rule to leave him to his privacy. He never made her feel any more broken than she already knew herself to be. He never rejected her for it. He never showed her pity. Her hands set her water glass aside carefully. She folded them in front of her, and pressed them tightly down onto the table. She wanted very much to reach for him, and it was not the appropriate thing to do.