Prompt by Jill-in-the-box. I couldn't decide on just one meaning.
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He looks at her differently now. Maybe it's the knowledge that she's single, if unavailable. Maybe he's still trying to protect her in spite of the assurance that she's safe for the time being. But he finds himself noticing just how much other people notice her. There are always some eyes that glide over her badge to rest on her breasts, or ones that focus on her lips instead of her words. She sheds their gazes like a slicker in the rain, and he realizes that it doesn't matter how much they look. He's the only one who sees her.
She sits in the old rocker on the front porch and angles her wrist back and forth until the sun's glare obscures the dial. She doesn't want to think about how many weeks have passed since she came to the cabin, or since she said goodbye to Josh, or since she promised Castle she'd call him. It's been too much time for her to be able to remember the exact timbre of his voice when he told her that he loved her, and not enough to forget the look on his face when she pretended that she never heard him.