Where Do We Go From Here?

((Follows A Lesson in...Communication))


Dana slid bonelessly from the bike, using Amir's arm to steady herself. Taking several steps away she scrubbed at her face with both hands, removing whatever trace of tears the wind missed, before pulling the elastic from her hair.

Amir finished putting the bike away, and joined her as she was just finishing smoothing the windblown tangles from her pale red-gold locks. She offered him a wan smile as he took her hand and they entered the manor.

As they walked Dana, felt tired to her bones, weary and a little heart strung, and she wondered if perhaps going with Amir was not the best choice. Perhaps she should spend the day on her own. Spend time in her own head. Then again, inside her head was a big jumbled mess that she wasn't sure she could face quite yet. The untangling was going to take a very long time.

Amir must have sensed her reluctance, because he let go her hand and slithered his arm around her waist. Dana turned her upper body into him, sliding her own arms around his waist, causing his to go up around her shoulder. And so they walked with her head resting on his shoulder and her arms around his waist. It was only slightly awkward for Dana, but the comfort of it was profound. Enough so that she gently wished he would pick her up in his arms. It would not do to ask to be held like a child, but she could wish it and perhaps her would sense that as well.