[It's that kind of direct stare that he can't take, in a moment like this. Even after a hundred years, he's not strong enough to look her in the eye and say he isn't lying.

But that's not the only way to fake it. He can look down, and look troubled. He can even let his hands curl into fists as tightly as they want to against his knees. He just has to... make it about something else.]

...Sorry. Things are just a little weird at home right now.