(Cassidy)
Dane made dinner again.
I didn't say anything about it being the second time this week because he was clearly using food as a way of processing things he didn't have words for yet and I wasn't going to take that from him.
It was good anyway.
We ate without talking much. Not the uncomfortable kind of quiet. Just the kind that settled in after a day that had asked a lot from both of us and neither of us had anything left to add to it.
After dinner I cleared the plates and Dane made tea and we moved to the couch the way we always did in the evenings when there was nowhere else to be.
Dane was looking at the wall when I sat down beside him.
I didn't say anything for a while. Just let the evening settle around us the way it did when a day had been long enough that words felt li
