[Something about his tone strikes a chord. It’s not the best one.]

I love you, too— [Almost urgent, in turn, before the memory can catch up.] I love you so much—

[She kisses him again, and admittedly, it’s a stall. It didn’t work for long, before, and when she releases she speaks immediately:]

Is something wrong? [Aubrey holds his face, holds him, studies him. She’s worried for him.] You can talk to me…