She turns her head - not by much, just enough to be able to hear everything he's saying, her brow knitting in thought as she silently mulls over his words.
"You were married," Beckett murmurs, and it's less of a question so much as it is just a restating of the truth he's just told her.
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Date: 2011-01-04 04:44 am (UTC)"You were married," Beckett murmurs, and it's less of a question so much as it is just a restating of the truth he's just told her.