He asks and it breaks her a little, that fake smile wavering and giving more credence to his assumption. He wasn't supposed to ask. They were supposed to pretend everything is just fine, that they're going to be fine, because otherwise how is she supposed to keep everything else together. He's deviating from the script, going into territory reserved for—

"Nothing," she answers quietly with a shake of her head, even though she knows he'll see right through the lie. It isn't even the least bit convincing. "I don't know why I'm—"

She can't. She can't keep lying to him, so she grabs the towels and moves quickly past him toward the bathroom.