Georgia hesitates, her hand still resting on Shaun's arm, and glances back at Mahir. She wishes she weren't so observant, or was a little bit better at lying to herself. She wishes she could put off the conclusions that are coming together in her head lightning fast, sharp as daggers.

The looks Becks and Maggie had kept shooting Mahir over the course of their drive home and their discussion earlier. The way Mahir's been looking at Shaun. The careful way Shaun hasn't been looking at Mahir. The way the room has only one bed and clothing strewn about that don't have nearly enough pockets to belong to Shaun. The unfamiliar laptop in the corner. The fact that Mahir's clearly staying here and Maggie could absolutely have afforded another room for him.

"Ah." She takes her hand off Shaun's arm and straightens, trying to ignore the way it makes her injured feet hurt that much worse.