Her shirt has almost completely come apart. There are no more scratches, but the material's all torn to pieces. Technically, he doesn't need to undo the last of her laces for her, but his fingers hover anyway.

"I guess that's true." And he reaches up and strokes her hair back behind her ear, a light touch that most people wouldn't think characteristic of him.

Most people don't know him, though. Most people don't know them.