Sunlight through the leaves and that perfect cozy sweater – feeling like this most days! A little bit of quietude, a whole lot of lovin’ - it's simple perfection here. Don't need much when you have go...

Here goes…

The wool here feels nice against the skin tonight, doesn't it? Not too prickly, not entirely yielding – just about right. It has been, for years perhaps, ever since he chose it, that perfectly imperfect cable knit for those Christmas gatherings back home. A bit predictable, maybe, but comfortable. Comfortably familiar. And tonight, well, tonight we’re trying to remember if that was such a bad thing. The way he used to always load up his plate with roast potatoes, oblivious to everything except the cricket scores.

And the light...it’s good here, isn't it? This room wasn’t much when you arrived—a little dusty, certainly, though that French easel still makes a decent table. A hint of rain on the windowpane reminds us of yesterday, doesn’t it? Just a whisper of sound, easily dismissed, like the sighing of leaves after a storm. Which brings us to the question, really, didn’t it? After all these years.

You were staring then, weren't you? At the way the light caught the fringe on our sleeve. Not unkindly, necessarily. More…curious. Like you remembered something we’d forgotten. Or maybe it was obvious, that we hadn’t quite gotten around to admitting it ourselves. We haven’t admitted much lately, have we?

Now look at us, sitting here so close, yet miles apart. So many silences hanging heavy in the air, thicker than the scent of beeswax polish on the rug. Are you wondering why we even invited you? Doubtful, probably. Too easy.

It’s been quiet, hasn’t it? Almost pleasantly so, until now. Now there’s this flicker, don’t you think? Something shifted behind your eyes when the cat brushed past earlier. Small things, usually. But enough to break through the haze.

So go ahead, take another glance. Let yourself notice the slight furrow of our brow, the subtle turn of the mouth. Don’t be afraid. It's only been five minutes since he last puttered off to find the brandy.”

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