He could be if he wanted. She can't fault him for not wanting it, she turned down her chance at the fame and glory and hid in her apartment instead.

Sometimes, she thinks they only let each other really see their true selves in these silent moments. Words are a way of protecting themselves that they're both too skilled at. Her smile grows and softens when his hand rests on hers. She looks up just before he moves again, wondering what he's thinking.

"Ah. Not something I'm likely to see, I suppose."