She considered him the way one considers a weather report, as if forecasting possibility. "I try not to break things," she admitted. "Breaking is loud."
He understood that apologies were not invitations to explanations. He slid a notebook across the desk and beneath it a new note, the sort of one he had learned to write: brief, honest, unadorned. toshoshitsu no kanojo seiso na kimi ga ochiru m upd
"You're late," he said without turning.