What For?

Rina smiled quietly, but it was not a smile of humor. She agitated her coffee, eyes focused on the dark liquid.

 "What for? I can't have children." 

Briggs blinked, surprised. "Wait… you mean—?"

She shrugged, voice light, as if speaking of the weather. "Yeah. Not in the cards for me."

Briggs was quiet for a moment, watching her. "I didn't know."

Rina grinned. "Not really something I talk about over beers."

 He hesitated. "That. trouble you?"

 She sat back, crossing her arms. "Nah. Not really. Even if I could, I wouldn't. My life isn't built for that. Hell, I don't even have time to sleep."

 Briggs nodded slowly. "Yeah. but still."

Still.

Rina knew what he was telling her. Knew that look. That unspoken understanding.

But what was there to say?

Some things weren't supposed to be.

And some wounds didn't require words.