Those eyes…those were the eyes that she used to stare into, eyes that had the brightest of futures beginning to make its way back into those startlingly blue depths. They shone in the dying light, filled with the tears that fell so freely down his face, mirrored on her own. But, it was that look…that look that she wanted to continue to make grow brighter, to be back to how they were before all of this happened. So certain, confident, they’d once been, filled with a love not yet voiced. Though she couldn’t yet give him what he wanted, what she wanted on some level, this was a start.<br/><br/>But…things could only go up from there, right?<br/><br/>With a nod to his idea, she stayed where she was just a little longer, not quite ready to break the moment. If she let go of his hand, she wasn’t so certain she’d be able to pick it back up without second-guessing herself. If she didn’t let go, though, they’d never move from their spot…so she slowly relinquished hold of his hand with another whisper of a kiss to the back of it before dropping it completely and going to grab the kettle. Then, filling it with water and bringing it to set on the fire he was working to start.<br/><br/>“I saw that you’d been…drawing…How long have you been drawing? May I…May I see them? I only caught a glimpse when you were picking up…” she asked, a hint of the curiosity she’d had before making a small appearance.