She doesn't see the tears, but that flicker in his expression --

It isn't difficult to understand, honestly. She's been there before, after all, trying hard to be glad for someone who's gotten what they desperately wanted ... and what you yourself still desperately want as well, and have been denied.

"Not ... exactly," she says, into his shoulder. "None of them knew I was gone. Which is to say, I wasn't gone. I'd never left."