Kristen stopped at the table where Win still sat. "Hey," She greeted him. He turned his head to look at her. "Hey, mate." He responded, lacking his usual enthusiasm. She leaned her hip against the cool metal table top. "Do you want to talk about it?" She watched him closely; he wasn't always the easiest to read. He made half an effort to smile at her, one side of his mouth quirking up for just a second.
"No. I'm fine. Thanks." He assured her, but she was skeptical. Gone was the intelligent and oddly enthusiastic man she knew. Here sat a somber man with distant eyes. She reached for him, hugging him to her. His head rested on her stomach, his arms around her hips. She buried her hands in his hair. "I'm here if you want to talk, but I need you to know, to believe, that I would never leave
