"Everything's fine," she answers as she comes in, an eyebrow arching as she glances down at him, at the state he's in, then looks back up and meets his gaze with an amused smile. "If this is what you look like when you've been writing for days, I like it. Fewer clothes are always preferable."

If she wanted to, she thinks she could tell him about that itch under the skin, the urge she has to get out of this town and leave everything behind, but she won't tell him. She won't tell anyone. After all this time, she knows they wouldn't understand and it's why she's avoided getting too close to anyone for such a long time. If people don't really care about her, it's easy for them to let her go. As easy as it is for her to let them go. But if they care, things are harder when she leaves and she doesn't want that.

So she could tell him, but she won't. It's how she's always been and she doesn't feel any need to change that.

"I guess that means I've interrupted a productive day, doesn't it?" she asks, turning to look at him. She isn't wearing her usual dress and heels, having just come from work. Instead she's wearing jeans, a pair of boots, a soft cotton sweater and, as with Les, she thinks this is how Caden prefers her. Even though she likes them both, she can't stop doing this. She can't stop trying to figure them out and then giving them what they're looking for.