Silver Creek O Captain! My Captain!

I'll fade here!

He smiled at her reply, and though a joke rose on his lips...he thought the situation not fitting. There was something too....simply too in the air. Something that was intense and heavy, in the best of ways. So instead he smiled softly. "I'll hold you to that." He said simply, the ghost of jest hidden in his words.

She turned her head, and he watched her for a moment longer, content, before following her gaze. The butterfly flew high and low, surging and falling, the wings beating as fast as Heston's heart, though he wasn't sure exactly the reason for the racing pulse. Only that it had to do with Spring, and if that was the case, he liked it.