The pair sat in what was little more than a fancy burger joint, but Gordon was a fan of their milkshakes and promised that in all honestly the food was delicious. She had offered him the chance to pick, the idea to give him something good to focus on, so she had agreed and now sitting here felt a little more than out of place.
Their waiter had smelt the money on them and was being a complete slime ball, all compliments and 'yes's, all the while making her feel grim by standing too close. It was all in a shallow and far-too-obvious hunt for tips. Orders placed, he smiled. 'Excellent choice.' Then he turned, just short of running away to place them.
'He is going to be thoroughly disappointed,' she mused, looking back to Gordon.
He was toying with a napkin, twisting it and tearing it. She kept the sigh inside and reached out, offering a hand. 'Gordon?'
He looked up and nodded, taking it. 'Sorry.'
'Don't be.' The smile was real.
'It's just… he was there, literally hours before us, and we missed him.'
'And we'll find him again. We found him with nothing, and this time we have leads.' She laid her other hand atop theirs; if he wouldn't take the assurance from her words, perhaps he could find it in the action. 'He can run as far and as fast as he likes, and we'll find him. He isn't going to get away, Gordon. I promise you we'll find him.'
He nodded after a moment, unable to keep the sigh at bay. 'Okay.'