"Ah, so true," Andras bemoaned with a squeeze of her hand as they stepped through. He looked around the small hallway full of her paintings and just...softness and energy and love. It permeated the walls. Friendship and caring was here.
Love was here.
He did not notice that, true to her surmising, his mask fell away like smoke blown from atop a candle to reveal his handsome soldier's face.