She sits there and looks at him for a long time. Not saying anything else, not moving, just watching his profile with a look on her face that suggests she could burst into tears at any moment. She won't, of course.

What can she say to set this right? There isn't anything that comes to mind. Even if she told him about Doc, about Sam, about the curse she's been living under, and even if he didn't think she was just having him on or spouting nonsense, she doesn't know if she could honestly say she's interested. Her heart's still tied up with someone else, and he's married. There isn't any kind of future there. None at all.

But she cares about him. And that's gripping at her heart.


Eventually, she looks away. Just watch the movie, and go to bed. She starts to settle back, and freezes awkwardly. She scoots herself into the corner of the couch again. He probably doesn't want her anywhere near him now.

And that's a good thing, right? Safer that way, for both of them.

(Still, she hugs her arms around her middle, manufacturing a missing warmth.)