Airport.

Harrison had gone back to finish his meal, though the sense of tension in the room did not disappear.

She bit her lips as she watched him, debating whether to press him further or let the moment pass.

Gathering her courage, she took her seat across him, leaning forward. “Do you still want to talk about it?” she asked softly, her eyes searching his face for any sign that he wanted to open up.

Harrison gave a brief shake of his head, his expression unreadable. “It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it. Just...it was not about me, but a friend of mine."

Quinn frowned slightly. She wanted to push further, and understand why his mood had shifted immediately, but the way he avoided her gaze told her it was something he wasn’t ready to share.

She wondered what friend he was talking about. The Harrison she knew barely had friends, but she decided to leave it until he was ready to talk to her.

"Are you sure?" She asked, and he nodded his head without looking up.

After a moment of silence, she deci