And it took a moment to realize he had unconsciously folded back into himself. (Inch by inch. And her anger was not easing back. Was not decreasing. Ceasing. Ending.) Took a moment longer to realize he had gently reinforced what division was between them, his hand already lowered to rest uncertainly on his knee.

Part of him wanted to ask. Part of him wanted to pull from her answers. But, - He only granted her a careful, half-glance.

"... Then, I do not think it is all bad." A pause. Searching. "That it happens to be mutual."