Lost Creek Hollow one by one, i hear them calling

There are no words at first. He was thinking through his answer, not because he wouldn't want to tell her, but because he is a thinker. He always has been. Once upon a time, that drove her insane. Now it was a steady thing she liked. It sometimes, not often, but sometimes helped to cool her own ire.

A small smile. I know you aren't. But Neither am I. A lift of haughty head, a tilt to the side as always.

Then a frown. But I am unsure how to change that, and I'm not sure that I would want too. it is what makes you, you. and myself, me.