He didn't explode at her in colourful swear words like a Christmas cracker. He didn't call her daft, or try to spin things to tell the story he wanted. And most concerning of all, he apologized.
Amy sits down beside him, anger snuffed for the moment.
"What's goin' on?" she asks, and even if it sounds like a demand coming out of her mouth there's concern in her eyes that'll give her away.
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"Something's wrong," she says.
He didn't explode at her in colourful swear words like a Christmas cracker. He didn't call her daft, or try to spin things to tell the story he wanted. And most concerning of all, he apologized.
Amy sits down beside him, anger snuffed for the moment.
"What's goin' on?" she asks, and even if it sounds like a demand coming out of her mouth there's concern in her eyes that'll give her away.