[ He is back to looking up, after meandering over her hair in the dark; content in silence or in listening to the sound of her voice. It is either the moment, his eyes still warm from past tears, or her being who she is, that make it easier to find words now. He honestly believed it would be different with women, alone and candid, but it isn't. Or perhaps it is just her?
With just the two of them as they are and the stars, Kaspar can breathe. Maybe she is right about relaxation. So, instead of responding right away, he takes a deep one. And at the same time, he straightens his arms out in front of him before letting them fall limply across the grass.
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With just the two of them as they are and the stars, Kaspar can breathe. Maybe she is right about relaxation. So, instead of responding right away, he takes a deep one. And at the same time, he straightens his arms out in front of him before letting them fall limply across the grass.
He seems happy, if a little noodle armed. ]
... you watch them, often?