I couldn't imagine what you and I would argue about yet. [They seemed comfortable and easy with each other, though they never particularly strayed to topics that one might consider contentious. No doubt both of them had matters of their past that could lead to friction, and there were always those subjects people avoided talking about until they had a better sense of the other person.

Yet, her confession about nearly dying on the train had him lifting his head from where it rested on his arm to peer at her. His brows drew together, and there a brief twist of his lips to indicate his displeasure at the news. He smoothed it out his expression with effort, slowly letting his head fall back. His hand stroked up and down her back with more affection, almost protectiveness.]

Yeah, that riot spread fast and violently. [He shifted a leg up and moved his foot over to the other side of her own, a wholly protective gesture.] What part of the train were you in when you were caught up in the violence? And that person... were you close to them? [Losing anyone was terrible given how senseless it was.]

...but death comes with a cost here. Do you know what was lost?