She was lying. He was lying. What were their lives becoming, other than a life full of lies? His thoughts and apparently hers were interrupted by a ringing phone—Gillian's. She slipped away from the table, with that look that she knew he was lying.

Cal took a sip of water as he looked around the restaurant—anything to take his mind of who was calling her this late in the evening. He had pried into the video feed and scrutinized every detail of her leaving that day she slept into her office.

What had improved? Gillian was no longer sleeping in her office anymore. They were starting to talk again, slightly, although awkwardly. There were still things that she was keeping from him, and vice versa.

He had always been rough and less-fine tuned than she was. However, from the moment that he had met her . . . she had him in the palm of his hands. Until tonight, he had only suspected that she had felt the same way—even though all the signs had been there.

She returned to the table before he could finish the rest of his thoughts—though that was all that was needed to know what he needed to do. "You first." He met her questioning eyes as he took another sip of water.

Sitting there momentarily, it was if she were reluctantly holding onto the words as she pocketed the phone again. "That was my friend, Anna Keller. She's a psychiatrist who practices in Virginia—just out of Richmond.

"I take it wasn't for fun." Cal mused, his eyes dancing wildly; not with amusement, but with a spark of recognition that filled in some of the blanks in his mind. He knew that she had gone off somewhere after getting the call that Ava had been taken to the hospital.

The image of Gillian's wild, slightly reddened eyes as she had rushed into the ER; burned into his mind. He had felt slightly at odds that he had worried her at all, but she had looked relieved when their eyes connected.

"Anna was like the sister I never had." Gillian continued, looking back to see their waitress walking towards them. "We stayed up late together, studied, made sure the other was doing alright—" She trailed off, almost hesitantly—as if she had said too $much—only to force herself to continue. "She moved back about six months ago, and I made a promise that I would go back when I had the time." He listened intently, keeping an eye on their surroundings.

"So you were with her when you heard about Ava."

"I didn't know that at the time." Gillian made an initial shrug. "I thought maybe something had happened at the office—which it did—but I thought something had happened to you." Their eyes met and they had made a silent gesture, a fleeting motion that seemed to dissipate when their waitress set their food in front of them.

"Is there anything else I can get you two tonight?"

"No, thank you." Gillian chimed in, picking up her fork. With a slight nod, their waitress went over to the next table and left them alone—but it took a couple bites of food before they continued their conversation.

"Why didn't you tell me you were talking to someone?" He chewed thoughtfully, reading the expression on her face.

"Not that I don't appreciate everything— but Anna is a little easier to talk to."

"Because she's a woman?"

Gillian flashed him a partially humored smile, while trying hard not to roll her eyes. His emotions had seemingly dulled, and that wasn't like him at all. "You know what I meant."

"Do I?" He inquired with a raise of his eyebrows, just as he shoveled in another bite of food. That answer didn't even deserve a response, so the rest of their meal was relatively quiet.

It was hard to tell what he was thinking at the moment, so she focused particularly hard on eating everything on her plate. Of course, he finished before she did, and waited patiently until she was done. It gave them a moment to gather everything up and flag the waitress down for their bill.

"Ready?"

"Yeah." Gillian was just slipping on her coat as he stood from his seat. Thankfully she felt steadier after a good meal, and letting Cal in that she was talking to someone. At least, she hoped that's what she was doing. She also considered telling him that she was still having the nightmares, but that would just make him worry. Besides, he looked a little settled now, although not by much.

She held back as he paid the bill. The woman that they had seen before was handing Cal back, and shooting glances at her with a smile on her face. She hadn't given it much though before, but the older woman's words came back to her; about her and Cal making a beautiful couple.

Cal turned back to her, deliberately ignoring her actions. If only the woman knew that he was an expert on microexpressions, and expressions in general. The thought made her smile inside, even for a moment.