[Alex is used to Richard looking at her in strange ways during the three years that they'd been working together, and the four months that they've been here together, she'd added a few more of them. But this was like nothing that she'd ever seen on his face before, and she walked towards him, the expression on her face one of intense concern.
He was Richard Strand after all, and everyone knew that Richard Strand was the master of the understatement.
Her eyes crinkled up below her glasses, and she just frowned as she reached out to touch him, the tattoo on her arm very much visible because it was right there on the wrist of her dominate hand.]
What is it? What's wrong?
[He'd hard that lovingly concerned voice before, even before he'd gotten sick. Even before he'd gotten there.]
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He was Richard Strand after all, and everyone knew that Richard Strand was the master of the understatement.
Her eyes crinkled up below her glasses, and she just frowned as she reached out to touch him, the tattoo on her arm very much visible because it was right there on the wrist of her dominate hand.]
What is it? What's wrong?
[He'd hard that lovingly concerned voice before, even before he'd gotten sick. Even before he'd gotten there.]