if something happens once its an accident.
she's a little bit unsure, unsteady
this is familiar, yet shes never dealt with something so complicated
& he tells her time might not be real.
she rolls her eyes, her caustic reply, "i love you how tell me everythings just in my head."
he gives her a goofy half apologetic grin, she sighs, she loves him, watches him light a cigarrette & make a face,
"i dont know why i try so hard." he says with a shake of his head as he puts it out.
he gives her a thoughtful look as she sits at the window.
despite her arrogance, experience, she's self conscience around him.
"what?" she wants to know.
he rubs his eyes then smiles, "i'm really glad you're here."
she is, too, but to say so isnt her way.
she looks out the window instead at the falling snow.
"why is everything so quiet when it snows? the world just..stops."
he just watches her watch the weather. finally he says, "are you happy?
she doesnt look at him, "i'd tell you if i wasnt."
"would you?" he asks doubtfully.
she smiles, still not looking, "of course not."
& in that moment he vowed to make her happy.