"It's passable?" Ellen replies, the corner of her mouth twitching into a sleepy grin as she stretches out, legs idly brushing along his underneath the covers. "Isn't that what those little French-to-English dictionaries are for? We could pick one up on the way - "

She stops too, only after glancing up and catching sight of his expression, of the confusion in his gaze, the slight furrow in his brow, and she can feel the tension in his body, like he's primed while listening for something.

"What's wrong? Matt?"