Harley was used to all sorts of moods with Mister J, but sadness, this kind of blank depression, was the rarest of them all. She looked down at what she was wearing, then back to him. Her frown was more in her eyes, not directed at him, but...a sort of quiet sadness of her own that he was suffering.

She moved towards him, making to wrap her arms around him and kiss him on the cheek. "Baby..."