They looked at me then, eyes reflecting the orange flicker, calm and unreadable. For a second, I thought about all the reasons not to move, not to ruin whatever fragile peace existed between us.

But the stillness was too much.

I reached out before I could stop myself I put a hand on your sleeve, the faintest pull, and then our lips met. It wasn’t desperate, not even certain. Just something inevitable, something that had been waiting for the silence to be deep enough to let it happen.