"I saw you. The glyph." He smiled a little smile. "I was standing at the window, just looking out. I knew it was you." He had been drawn to the window, something he couldn't really explain.
"We should go inside so you can brush your teeth." He let his fingers dance over her arm. He'd never been one to sit with someone like this, to be this close, this vulnerable. It felt nice, to feel safe, through it, or inspite of it.