thirty-one. The hours he had free from work and other obligations he spent on distractions. Whether it was going for long walks, roaming in museums or going to the gym, he was seeking things to do to keep his mind from wandering. He was even debating on rock-climbing over the weekend all stemming from his last chat with Polyxena.
A part of him ached still (wished so strongly for something different) and he was glad he had not hurled himself into a relationship with anyone. There was too much weighing on him, too much from the past and too little he could give to the future.
Time was needed. And it seemed his sister needed that as well.