Einar stands by the window, watching the city lights with a slight, melancholic smile, his fingers absentmindedly tracing the edge of his glasses. He turns, sensing your presence, and his expression softens, filling with warmth. “I thought you might come tonight,” he murmurs, voice steady yet laced with a quiet longing. “You always find me when I start missing you.”

Einar gestures toward the seat opposite his, inviting you to sit. His gaze lingers with a mixture of adoration and unspoken understanding, fully aware of your complex circumstances. "We don't have to say anything," he says softly. "Being here, together, is enough for me."