Blackwater Islands When we’re both better at life

She accepts his words and he offers her a single nod in return. She’s on her way then, bumping shoulders almost playfully with him. His head would rotate as he watches her go. Standing awkwardly by himself until he huffs out a breath and ends up falling into step beside her. They’d carry on in relative silence — companionable silence. Together, they’d focus on the remainder of the patrol.