He props his head on his hand, looking outside the window of the helicopter. “What’s got you in the dumps?” Ashley asked, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Nothing.” He lied, glancing at her with a reassuring look. You bite your lip, realizing it’s probably not something he wants to share with some whom he just met, Ashley, even if she was the president’s daughter.

Later, you catch up with him. “You know Ashley was right, you did seem like you had something on your mind back on the ‘copter.” You suggest, “I’m here if you’re willing to share.”