He reaches his hands into his pockets, pressing them deep inside the emptiness inside them. What were they doing here? Really, what? Were they searching more 'ghosts'? They had more than enough of those back in the states. More than enough mysteries that she could hunt after and harass him about. More than enough tapes - reasons for them to spend time together; alone with one another.

None of these thoughts were things that he would ever want her to know. The fact that he actually enjoyed these moments. This time of quiet as he watched her pour over his father's notes and the things that he'd just rather not deal with alone.

Instead, his eyes flick from the window to her, and then to the phone by the window. "Our coffee intake is the least of their worries." Housekeeping's gossip is louder when you're taking an early morning walk for more, you guessed it, coffee. Gossip which Richard seemed to find entertaining by the tone of his voice and slight upturn of his lips. "You should take a break." They both should, but really, could either of their minds stop thinking about any of this? Probably not.