[She knows a subject change when she hears one, and the stillness in the air between them, the weight of that momentary silence— it reminds her of herself, who she used to be.
Quietly, she reaches over and, without looking, takes one of his hands as they walk.]
Right. Lead the way.
[But they're not done talking. She'll just let him get comfortable first.]
no subject
Quietly, she reaches over and, without looking, takes one of his hands as they walk.]
Right. Lead the way.
[But they're not done talking. She'll just let him get comfortable first.]