He starts a little, eyes opening again - but only in the sort of surprise that comes with thoughts interrupted. Not anything worse.

But then again, when he clears his throat and says, "Nothing," it comes just a little too quick.

And that - well, that's almost as good as an admission. Isn't it.



"I mean." He examines the ceiling, a faintly mulish expression on his face, tracking the gentle warp of the wood with his gaze. "I was just - thinking."