The walk was slow and quiet. They kept going without looking at each other. She looking down at her feet with her arms swinging at her side. He looking ahead with clenched fists.
He stopped. She did too.
He looked down. She at him.
“Can you love me?” he asked, voice rough with uncertainty and emotion. She didn’t answer. He didn’t look up.
And although she kept quiet in the moment he needed her to speak the most, he found out that the warmth of her hand in his and the sound of her footsteps leading the way were all the reassurance he needed.