He sets the glass down, clearing his throat, but he doesn't look at me again immediately and that alone tells me everything I need to know.
I walk further into the room slowly, pretending like I didn't just witness that.
"Morning," I say, keeping my tone casual like this is just another day.
He doesn't respond right away until I pull out a chair and sit down, feeling his gaze flicker toward me again…briefly then away.
"Morning," he says finally, voice a little rougher than usual.
I glance at him and I catch it—
The tension and the way his jaw is slightly clenched and The way his shoulders are just a bit tighter than they were a minute ago.
And the way….He's very deliberately not looking directly at me.
I almost laugh.Almost.
Margaret walks in then, greeting me warmly as she places food in front of me, completely unaware of the shift in the room.
I thank her, picking up my fork but I don't eat immediately.
