"You stole again because of the baby?"

"Because she needed…to feel in control."

His hands cramp and spasm to reach her, to reassure her that they are not in solitude. "KYOLINE." He gasps in exasperation. He hates this. He hates that he've placed this look upon her countenance. This thick wall of tension between them.

His eyes dart across her face and then away. To the chessboard. "One game."

Her brow furrows. "What?"

"A game." He tilts his chin over her towards the board.

"Now? You're going to play chess now?"

"Please, KY. Just one game." He has no way of knowing if it'll break the tension between them or...