lesson after lesson

Chip cleared his throat, and let his gaze wander from his daughter, who he'd been watching. The girl had noticed them, was watching them. He's not telling you everything. He spoke, only after his lover addressed his silence. He's been losing chunks of time, Inala. He was supposed to have told you. He promised me he would. He was chewing the inside of his cheek; he knew how it sounded, given his history.