Jessica looked down, her hands twisting together. "I'm fine, sir. I'm just… tired."
Damon wanted to reach out and touch her arm gently, but he knew she wouldn't appreciate that, so he watched her for a moment.
He contemplated telling her that he had overheard her conversation the night before but decided against it since he knew it might make her uncomfortable. She would think he always eavesdropped on her calls or stood outside her bedroom like a pervert.
"Last night when I came in, I heard you crying," he said, deciding to tell her that much, "did something happen?"
Jessica shook her head, "I was seeing a sad movie," she said easily.
"That didn't sound like it," he said and she shook her head.
"Nothing happened. It was just a really tragic movie," she repeated.
