[Noise like that has long stopped making Caitlyn flinch. She forgets others may not be so accustomed until meeting the storm in those eyes—and the saddest answer that question could possibly garner.

[The frown is immediate and involuntary.] How can you not— No, no, [blinking, cutting herself off] don’t answer that. You don’t need to. My answer’s yes.

[But the number doesn’t change.]