"Hey, what's this?" Dean asked, feeling Lyssa behind him. She had moved on instinct and pulled back after he spoke, but not before almost a minute had passed.
"I... Uh... Don't know..." Lyssa said, feeling anxious. She didn't honestly understand why her body had moved like that. She felt like his story was sad and believed him, but she never intended to hug him. Since Dean was facing away from her and she couldn't look on her own head, she missed the imprint of a crown on her head that vanished just as she pulled away.
Neither of them knew anything about it.
"Well. Thank you, but I am fine. It's something I have come to live with." Dean continued making coffee, reaching up and wiping off the tear as though it had nothing to do with him.
"Yes. I can see that. Well, since I don't have any more questions to ask, I will be on my way," Lyssa said, wanting to leave.
