Whitefish River Spring Fever

she seemed to root herself. and still he pulled near to her position, a respectful foot away but unwilling to just leave her. it would be...rude, wouldn't it?

oh, he answered. soft as he looked around the place. eyes eventually falling to look at the river's flowing water.

i didn't mean to...interrupt your moment here. i just—

he lost himself in mindless, instinctual thought.