Cerulean Cape laughter of the past

Need him? Miss her? 

Esma tilted her head to the side, while she tried to understand, what John had meant by that. She caught the emotion welling up in him, there was a yearning in her to somehow help with that, change it. Yet she realized that she did not fully comprehend, what he had meant by those words. Need how? Miss - why? It was as if they were listening to a piece of music and both of them heard different things. It was almost as if... John was capable of hearing more tunes and harmonies than she did. 

Not wishing to present herself as incompetent, she simply nodded and appeared understanding. Even though John had always been kind to her, she suddenly wished that he liked her. She wanted to impress. And there was fear that by some blunder due to her lack of experience and incompetence, this would change. 

"Return where?" she asked, because of all the things he had said, this was the easiest for her to ask.