She doesn't consciously know that there's something there, something he doesn't tell her; there are plenty of things they don't tell each other and never will and it doesn't change anything, doesn't mean anything.

She presses her lips together and nods now, though. She wishes she'd said yes. She doesn't think she could have. She hates this.

"I do," she agrees. She does know. She lifts an arm in silent invitation.