Vince ~ Listening to Mila<br/><br/>Courage took a step forward as what seemed like thoughtful silence carried the warmth of the fire after Mari had answered. It was Nicci who stepped close to the heat of the fireplace like it called to her own thoughts. Tonight was exciting and challenging in multilayers. It was not surprising that the beginnins would evoke such strong feelings to stir.<br/><br/>The questions beg it.  Nay the questions demanded the soul be laid bare for all to see.  Vince did not think it was for judgment from other but it could easily be ah judgment of the self. Worth and value measured often in the wrong word said.<br/><br/>Bo had danced her. Bo had brought Nicci to the room on his arm. It should be Bo who makes the first offer of support. It seemed right and proper in Vince's mind when Bo did just that.<br/><br/>As he looked around it was Mila who caught his eye when Mari sat back against the couch and Mila refilled her cup. He saw her eyes shy again and he gave her a wink of encouragement before settling next to Mari. Marcus had her eye Vince thought but he was close if she needed the strength of a man's support.<br/><br/>Sorting this out for the women seem far more difficult than he had imagined. It seemed a steep climb for them and guess that once all the useless rules of monogamy were broken out loud and agree upon they'd fair better, if not flower.<br/><br/>Vince turned his attention to Mila as she spoke.  The way she held her head when she talked about her hero. What she thought about making choices for others.  The excitement that seemed to fill her when she spoke about what she would taste, what she remembered. How she wanted to be loved.<br/><br/>To Vince those green eyes laughed merrily as she filled the room with joy as if she herself danced her life before them.  And in her joy knew no boundaries.  She came to rest upon the last of her answers and there she fell into a shy quietness again. Hiding behind her cup as she passed it on to him.<br/><br/>