Fuck, he almost winces a little. By the time the feeling makes it to the surface, it's expressed in little more than a twitch of lips against their typical direction. Funny how distance - an unknowable amount of distance - and unfamiliarity can make a person forget things.

"'S fair," Butcher says, sparing a glance down to consider her. Poor girl. Some people deserve the life they have, but it doesn't seem too much like this one does. The worst thing she's probably guilty of is a broken heart, and it seems like there's a lot that's happened to crack through. In some ways, he knows the feeling. That's what he's really doing: reading her face and seeing the bits he recognizes.

That's dropped in favor of eating his food, as well. There's really nothing he can say about what's been said, so he doesn't.