[There's something... off, he thinks as he slows, stepping into the living room and putting his free hand against his usual armchair. The chill that seems to be fading slightly must have come from something, and as he's said, a discomfort with scarves is new. He never knew of any issue she's ever had with things around her neck, and—
His expression twitches and he stops when he's halfway to giving her a suspicious glance of his own, and as a result he's frozen staring at her, mouth slightly open and his expression inscrutable other than a hint of realization.]
no subject
His expression twitches and he stops when he's halfway to giving her a suspicious glance of his own, and as a result he's frozen staring at her, mouth slightly open and his expression inscrutable other than a hint of realization.]