Clear As Day
He can see it in her eyes as clear as day.
There is something she isn't saying, something she isn't telling him.
He doesn't know how to feel about that. They're best friends. Talking about how they're feeling is what they do – or so she's told him on the many occasions she's tried to get him to open up.
In reality they don't talk as often as she suggests they should.
With their eyes, they can communicate what words just can't say. With their eyes, they can tell what the other is thinking and feeling.
Usually.
Usually they don't need words.
Today though, he can't seem to get a read on her.
He can't put together exactly what it is that's going on with her.
He knows there's something, but what it is remains a mystery to him.
He looks her over, concern in his expression.
He puts a hand on her shoulder, waits until she lifts her gaze to meet his.
"Are you okay?"
He sees a glimmer of fear and then nothing.
She pulls away and takes his heart along with her.
"I'm fine, Mac."
He lets her leave, but he knows she isn't fine.
She isn't herself.