You've already done more than enough. [ her voice betrays a rare uncertainty -- as though she knows something's amiss, but she can't quite press her thumb to it. at no point does she guess near the heart of the matter, having never once assumed her distance should pain him. it had been one thing, back in new york, to concede that she might need his support in the field. quite another to imagine she might need it anywhere else. even most of their more sentimental moments had been spent back-to-back. booth-to-booth, at the automat.

she pushes her plate towards him. happy, it seems, to let him take that responsibility. ] I should hope your ship-mates don't feel cheated out of their leftovers because you keep feeding the captain of a different vessel.