Grace walks into Boyd's office, sets the food down and closes the door behind her. "Lunch is here Boyd."
"Thanks Grace. I'm starving." Boyd stands up and comes over to join Grace. "Which salad container is mine?"
"It doesn't matter. I got potato salad too so pick one." Grace opens her bottle of Fanta orange and sips the cool liquid.
"What kind of sandwich did you get?" Boyd asks as he opens the sandwich boxes.
"Turkey with cheese, lettuce, cucumber, and red onion." Grace picks up her salad and a fork.
Boyd picks up half of his sandwich and bites into it. He thinks carefully as he chews. "Grace, do you think I'm doing something wrong by not being more open with the team?"
"I don't think you're necessarily doing something wrong by not talking to the team, but I think you're showing your true colours. You don't naturally trust people and you're not naturally very open either. The team is just questioning what's going on right now. I can't blame them for that. They're questioning their career choice in joining the unit right now." Grace explains to Boyd.
"I need to tell them the truth, don't I? I have to honest otherwise they'll never trust me again, will they?" Boyd runs his hand over his face.
Grace smirks as she notices a streak of mustard smeared down Boyd's face. She reaches out with her napkin and wipes the mustard up. "You should probably tell the team, Boyd, but it's up to you really."
"Jesus, I hate making decision like this." Boyd says heavily.
"You know Boyd, for being so comfortable with your position and being in charge, you don't always like making the decisions associated with being in charge. It's ironic really." Grace pulls the bag of crisps open for them to share.
"You're such a psychologist, Grace. I had never even considered that before. Eat your lunch and stop analyzing for a while." Boyd teases. He leans back on the couch with his sandwich and sighs.
"You're more worried about this review than you're letting on, aren't you?" Grace asks gently.
Boyd sighs again and says, "Yeah, I am worried, Grace. I've kind of become attached to the unit and the people who are here. I don't want this to be the reason the unit is taken over, absorbed into another unit, or disbanded altogether."
"Maybe you need to say that, Boyd. Maybe the team needs to know how worried you are and how much you would like this team to stay together if it's possible." Grace suggests gently. She puts her hand on his knee.
"Maybe I do, Grace. Maybe you're right." Boyd says softly. He picks up his salad and leans back into the couch. He has his first bite of potato salad and sighs happily. "This potato salad is the best in all of London."
"Nice deflection Boyd." Grace teases.
"You know, Grace, every time I say I want to talk I end up regretting it because you don't know when to just have a quiet moment." Boyd says grimly.
"Sorry Boyd. Sometimes I know I just want to press you a little bit because you're so close to a breakthrough. If you want some quiet time we can have it." Grace says sweetly. Grace piles some crisps into the lid of her box with the sandwich and sits it on her lap. She crunches some of her crisps.
"Are those for both of us, Grace?" Boyd asks quietly.
"Of course Boyd. Go right ahead. If I eat all of these I'll regret it later." Grace smiles cheekily, daring Boyd to comment.
"What did the kids out there get?" Boyd asks conversationally, neatly avoiding Grace's hook.
"Spence got a pastrami on rye with hot mustard and sauerkraut. Mel got a tuna and cheese on white with pasta salad on the side." Grace relays the order for lunch.
"Spence had better be carefully. If he keeps eating like that he'll gain weight." Boyd teases.
"Goodness, don't let him hear you say that. He'll never forgive you." Grace teases back. She picks up half of her sandwich and tries to relax with Boyd. The sandwiches are so good from this particular shop.
"God Grace, how do you eat these shrimp cocktail crisps? They're absolutely foul." Boyd grimaces as he tries the crisps she bought.
"Well, Spence and Mel have plain crisps out there if you want some. Shall I pour you some of this Fanta too?" Grace tells Boyd.
"Thanks Grace. I'll be right back." Boyd is being particularly kind to her today.