"Tom I care deeply for you." She says the words out loud in a soft breath as she dares herself to touch his leg. She feels old, and young at the same time. She has enough experience with things not to be nervous, and yet she is. Their faces are close to each other. He looks like he wants to say something, his lips are even parted, but he drops his gaze to the teacup and then he just downs it. Downs it like it is a shot and shivers a little. She could have put sugar in she supposes, but she had not expected that.