Elena looked into those big blues eyes of his. A girl could get lost forever in those beautiful orbs. For Elena, it was more. She saw a lot behind them. The most important part was the kindness she saw. Kindness that was there for him as a child. Kindness that reached out to a frightened six-year-old.
As she studied him, her eyes filled up with tears, tears for Malcolm.
"That must have been hard, I don't know how you managed?" Pulling out her stick from the flames she propped it on the haybale they were sitting on.
Unceremoniously, she took his hand and held it. "You're not your father, you are the kindest man I've met. She wiped away the tears with her other hand. "We are all broken, Malcolm." she put her other hand on his now, so both her hands held the one hand closest to her.
"If you told me that to scare me, I'm not going anywhere, unless you want me to. There, I've said it, I like you. The only thing that frightens me is you won't like me too." Elena said it. There was no taking it back.