She listened to his words, quiet as he spoke. Her eyes were soft and solemn as she gazed at him. When he put his hand over hers, she felt her innards clench a little at the warmth of his skin against hers. She was almost depressed when he pulled it away. Karen shook her head, "I won't say a word if ye don't." Part of what got her into her current mess was being starved for human contact... She hadn't been in love with Fred, but the idea of being with someone... not being lonely. What if she could have that without the trouble? Friends... Yes...

Karen then sighed, wishing he could stay just a little longer, but knowing at some point he had to get his little girl put to bed. The poor, wee mite. "I should put the babes in their beds... Ye should probably get yer wee one to bed too." It was clear that she was saying this with reluctance, but with the hour growing late, and that attraction she wasn't supposed to feel... she needed to put distance between the two of them. She stood, lifting Harold up and placing him against her shoulder.