Feeling her hand John turned to face her. Gwin stopping him meant she had something to say, more important than his little mess. He sat back down, but slowly, as though moving too quickly would disrupt her moment.<br/>As the words began to flow from her mouth John struggled to take it all in. To think he'd been bothering a women with real life problems with his pointless rubbish. Gwin had lost someone she cared about, a real life person who she'd probably had plans and dreams with.<br/>All John lost was a bedtime fantasy.<br/>He found his hands clenching with each word she said. Straining against the need to say it would be ok, it would all get better. Because clearer it wouldn't.<br/>It hurt him more when the words "It gets worse" just hung in the air, small streams of tears pouring from amber eyes.<br/>John wanted nothing more than to wipe them away, but knew that was more for his benefit than hers.<br/><em>"Napkin ?.. yes, here, please take it."</em><br/>Why is it when things like this happen it was so hard to know what to say, his mind reeled off endless proverbs and pearls of wisdom but for once his lips held firm. Its was Gwin's time to talk, his to listen<br/><br/><br/><br/>