“You know, you remind me
of one guy,” the series they’ve been watching unusually fell silent after extremely long action scene, as if it also was interested in hearing how Harry’s to react.
“Outwardly?” Lea nodded in response. “I know him?” Harry’s calm tone, as she had learned, can mean anything in a range from slight confusion to burning interest.
Absolutely no way,” the action continued, and they turned to the screen with clearly understanding they are going to this converse.
“That guy I remind you of,” Harry surely asked as the closing credits begun. “Tell me about him?”
Lea should really be ready to respond, but instead, an alarming emptiness echoed inside. Harry was still waiting for an answer, watching her quietly with his asphalt gray puppy eyes.
“Just an old friend of mine,” she said uncertainly, tired of the fact that all attempts at serious conversation always end with painful clarifying questions. “I’d known him for many years.”
“And then?” she would like to know what could be that ‘then’ as well.
“Nothing pleasant,” Lea finally uttered, and Harry smiled sympathetically, although she doubted if he really understood anything. Without any other word, he took her palm, then pulling her closer on the couch, and Lea was extremely grateful for that.
For a while, they sat silently, cuddled up. Lea sincerely tried to follow the plot of the next episode, but when Harry gently embraced her, placing her head onto his chest, she gave up. Almost purring with joy, Lea closed her eyes, listening to his heartbeat.
“I was wrong,” she blurted out a few moments after. Harry hummed questioningly, giving her a light peck on the back of her head, stroking her hair with long graceful fingers. “He’s nothing like you at all.”
Harry replied with a joking bite on her earlobe, chuckling immediately after.
“As you say.”
No comments:
Post a Comment