Delaney curled up in bed and felt her heart ache. Vincent slept with his back to her and for the first time in a long time, she didn't feel like she could reach out to him for comfort. Something was wrong with him but she didn't know what it was and he clearly wasn't going to tell her. If this kept going she would have to ask him point-blank soon and she didn't know if his reaction would be a pleasant one.
She could only take comfort in the knowledge that whatever was upsetting him, she didn't think it was something she had done. Until her unwelcome suggestion this evening he hadn't seemed unhappy with her at all. Just sort of... disconnected... Like his mind was somewhere else even when he was there with her.
