Silver Creek O Captain! My Captain!

Her voice was soft as they watched the butterfly flutter by. He too didn't know what else to say, somehow felt to speak was the break the moment. So instead he nodded, leaned a little more into her side, and simply watched the creature fly. It seemed to twirl before them, and while it appeared young or new to flight, it was obvious it enjoyed it. It swooped and looped, flipping and diving. It lighted on plants and twigs when it could, sitting for a moment as if to rest.

He sat still, following it's progress with his eyes, feeling the warmth of Spring at his side, the subtle beat of her heart where their shoulders pressed. He turned to look at her, to watch her watch the butterfly. He smiled, peaceful in this moment and for once not worrying about the future and what might happen. For now there was a lovely female, a lovely new friend, a strong leader at his side. He forgot he was staring at her, forgot to look away to hide his gaze.