I turned to look at him without speaking. His eyes bugged wide, and he lurched to his feet.
"What happened? Is Jacob...?" he demanded.
I shook my head furiously, trying to find my voice. "He's fine, he's fine," I promised, my voice low and husky. And Jacob was fine, physically, which is all Charlie was worried about at the moment.
"But what happened?" He grabbed my shoulders, his eyes still anxious and wide. "What happened to you?"
I must look worse than I'd imagined.
"Nothing, Dad. I... just had to talk to Jacob about... some things that were hard. I'm fine."
The anxiety calmed, and was replaced by disapproval.
"Was this really the best time?" he asked.
"Probably not, Dad, but I didn't have any alternatives- it just got to the point where I had to choose... Sometimes, there isn't any way to compromise."