He knows the shift will inevitably come, before he feels it. Knows the shift will inevitably spread, before he ever sees it. (And he feels the soft way her lips move against his crook of his neck. Feels the slow brush of her hair. Retreating. Knows what words are likely to come, as she grants herself space to look up at him. Too look upon him. To speak, with the slightest settling of her body. The deeper pull of a breath.)
He knows, more than anything. (Why it was she had left. What it was that had troubled her. What it is that must be, still. Where he had drawn some quiet line before him. What tension had existed. When he returned. When he left. When -- and his expression is clear. His expression shows little, but enough. A softer note of understanding. A muffled note of comprehension. Words contained in the slow pull of breath. The mute slouch of his shoulders.
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He knows, more than anything. (Why it was she had left. What it was that had troubled her. What it is that must be, still. Where he had drawn some quiet line before him. What tension had existed. When he returned. When he left. When -- and his expression is clear. His expression shows little, but enough. A softer note of understanding. A muffled note of comprehension. Words contained in the slow pull of breath. The mute slouch of his shoulders.
Quiet:)
"... I do know."