<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Picture of pea-coat</div><div class="spoiler_body"> (http://www.wellbuiltstyle.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/11/mil-tec_pea_coat_1b.jpg) </div></div><br/>He listened and watched her, just as he had done since she came in. The words were not what he wanted to hear, did little to soothe him.  And yet, there was something there... old feelings being rekindled, and a want to trust her, to believe that things might return to the way they once were.<br/><br/>He could just let her go. He could just write this whole thing off as some sort of vivid hallucination, or some other trick of the mind. He could do that, but he didn't want to. No, for better or worse, he had to know... and he wanted to trust her. "Okay. I will trust you, Erica," he nodded his head, feeling her cold hand again. Why was she so cold? He never remembered her having a poor circulation or anything.<br/><br/>He leaned forward, quickly smooching her on the lips. Just a quick kiss, a light peck, before he pulled away from her. He slowly stood up, and started to move... off to the bedroom. He didn't explain himself, but it was cool out, and his coat was nowhere to be seen; so he was almost certainly going to get it. He does, indeed, open up one of the boxes, and get his pea-coat out. A nice, warm, thick, black pea-coat.<br/><br/>Then he goes over by the door, grabs his shoes, and returned to the loveseat to put them on, and lace them up. There was still some fear there; worry. Anxiety. But, still, the two predominant feelings he had right now were curiosity, and his wanting to trust her. Time would tell if this was the worst or best decision of his life.