Hideaway Strath What you give

He shook his head softly.
He didn't need words. They didn't need them to know what each other meant.
Don't be silly.
He was thinking of the next movement he would show her when she spoke.

Her voice hollow, eyes reflecting that pain.
A cougar.
He never asked. He never wanted to see this pain. He just wanted to fix that broken woman he'd found, still mourning her lover. He swallowed, sliding eyes to her. He took a few sideways steps until his body joined hers. Shoulders together, his head, still dipped, reaching to her. To softly touch her cheek, reminding her that he wasn't going to leave.
Not soon. Not later.

"It's ok," he murmured softly.
"Tell me more, if you want."
He didn't want to force her to bring up those feelings. To force her to remember.
But if it was something she wanted him to know, then he'd let her talk.