[He's quiet as he waits for her reply. A detective knows when pry, when to dig; just as he knows when to ply patience when the moment is critical. This feels... quite like one of those times.
And when she finally speaks, his eyes take in every microexpression on her features, turning this information over in his mind. He looks like a man taking puzzle pieces apart and putting them carefully, carefully back together, something churning behind his gaze. He certainly does not look upset, if she was expecting that at all.]
You did mention sleeping with someone else when we last spoke, yes. But- [His head tilts slightly.] -that is not who you refer to, is it?
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And when she finally speaks, his eyes take in every microexpression on her features, turning this information over in his mind. He looks like a man taking puzzle pieces apart and putting them carefully, carefully back together, something churning behind his gaze. He certainly does not look upset, if she was expecting that at all.]
You did mention sleeping with someone else when we last spoke, yes. But- [His head tilts slightly.] -that is not who you refer to, is it?