Whitefish River You-you-you-you threw my sandwich away. *MY* sandwich?

He stepped away from her, and the space he left between then felt icy and wrong. Then he zipped up his emotion behind a carefully constructed blank mask. She didn't see him like this often, and never was he like this with her that she could remember. The only reason for his sudden stoney exterior in the past was to hide some overwhelming emotion. And she was suddenly very wary of what lay beneath the surface.

When he did finally speak, his question made her frown. That was until he finished his sentence by pointing out just how stupid she had been. He didn't say it quite that way, but it was implied, and she couldn't even be angry about it. She stared at him silently for a few moments before answering. No one is dying as far as I know, she offered quietly. Wary, golden eyes searched his face as she waited for his reaction.