She was...unusually silent. He'd dealt with silence between them before, but every time he brought up them—their future—she was usually all too willing to converse about it. He wasn't sure if, like him, she was pondering the possibilities or what. He repositioned himself just enough to move his head to where he could see her face, and -

She didn't look too good.

"Febby," he said concernedly, his brows furrowing as his eyes frantically scanned every inch of her face. He reached out and touched her cheek, all the while scanning every word he'd spoken since he arrived at her some, searching for anything that could have possibly upset her. "What's - Are you okay?"

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