When the two arrived back at the cabin, Ichabod was being unusually curt. Abbie sat mystified by his abrupt change in demeanor.

He hardly spoke to her as they walked through the door, silently marching to the couch and plopping down, paying Abbie no mind. She sighs.

"What's the problem Crane?" He turns to her, poorly attempting to mask his obvious distress. Abbie crosses her arms over her chest. "Don't try to act like you're not upset about something, Crane. You were silent the whole car ride."

"It is of no importance Leftenant. Do not worry, I simply have much on my mind," He says, avoiding eye contact the whole time.

"Bull shit. Just tell me. It's not like I'm going to get mad at you or anything."

At that Crane raises an eyebrow, and Abbie remembers her angry outburst earlier that morning.

"Oh come on, that's just because it was early and I hadn't had my coffee. I already apologized about it. Is that what's bothering you, you're still upset about this morning?"

"Of course not Leftenant, I am well aware that the mistake was mine and in no way hold you responsible. In fact it was foolish of me to..."

Abbie knows he's trying to change the subject.

"Crane. Enough. Tell me whats going on."

He sighs in defeat, well aware that there is no arguing with Miss Mills.

"I was simply disheartened by your lack of trust in me. While I understand that you like to keep some things rather private, I had hoped that you would feel comfortable to confide in me. I thought, considering how close we have become as partners, that you would share information with me. Such as your history with detective morales." He looks at her pointedly as he says the last sentence, waiting for her to make the connection.

"How did you-"

"I would've hoped you didn't take me for a fool leftenant. Your past with him is all too clear. My god, the man nearly follows you around like a puppy! Also, considering your reaction to a message that I assume was from him, he is not the only one with lingering feelings."

Abbie pinches the bridge of her nose and takes a deep breath.

"I am so not discussing this with you."

"And why not Miss Mills? You find me too incompetent to understand the ways of modern romance? I hate to tell you this but romance existed in my day too, your generation did not invent the concept."

"Crane, stop. You don't need to be offended, it's just something I don't like to talk about."

"I had hoped nearly dying together would have bridged that gap. Very well, I'm going to retire for the night." He walks away briskly before Abbie can even get a word out.

Abbie sat in the living room for a bit, mulling over their argument in her head. It didn't make any sense to her. Why did he care so much? What need did he have to know her personal life? And then it hit her.

Crane was a man out of time, completely alone in a present that he didn't understand. It was normal for him to reach out, and Abbie was the closest thing to a friend he had. So why did she get mad when he tried to transition from simply partners to possibly even friends? Damn. She'd been a jerk.

She went to his room, knocking lightly on the door. When she entered, Crane was standing before her, hands clasped behind his back like always.

"You really gotta stand up when someone comes in, even in the comfort of your own room?" She asks to ease the tension.

"I am a man of discipline and propriety Miss Mills."

"Right..."

Crane stands there expectantly, waiting to know the reason for her intrusion.

Abbie lets out a breath. "Look, I'm sorry. I never thought that keeping that stuff to myself would offend you. It definitely wasn't my intention. I've just never been so good at opening up, but I'll tell you whatever you want to know, okay?"

Both of his eyebrows jump up in surprise. "It is not my intention to force you into anything or make you uncomfortable Miss Mills."

"Yeah I know. But we're pretty close anyway, so I might as well tell you about my personal life. Its not like I don't know a ton of stuff about you."

His cheeks redden slightly as he recalls their first few days together. He was lucky that Abbie had found him useful to investigating Corbin's death, or he could be in a mental institution right now.

He clears his throat. "Right."

"Okay. Sit down, get comfy. This is gonna take a while."