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I find myself unable to concentrate today. My mind keeps drifting off in unexpected directions. Is it exhaustion, I wonder? We were up all night, not sleeping until dawn had already arrived. Or is it something else?
He made soup.
I'd set up my camp and gone to the lake to bathe. I don't know if I spent longer doing so than I had thought, or if he arrived far earlier than usual. Either way, he was there and had made soup. Just enough for both of us.
The conversation was... raw. Not painful or crude, but... sensitive in nature. Things were admitted that perhaps should never be. Things discussed that I don't believe either of us would usually contemplate vocalising.
He says that I confuse him. I'm not surprised. I confuse me sometimes as well and I know that I'm not always given to clear explanations. Easier to be vague, let people think what they want of me.
He confuses me too at times. I'm not always certain what he means, though I try to understand. I'm not always certain that he's certain of what he means either!
It's an odd dance we're in. Rough at first, coming together, treading on toes like neither of us had danced before, but eventually settling into something more... graceful, more synchronised. Back and forward, side to side, around, swirl, step close, step away, come back. I wonder which move comes next?
Whatever does, whatever happens or doesn't happen, whatever secrets or surprises tomorrow holds... I've given the man my trust. If this proves to be a mistake, I will deal with that when the need arises.
He knows my name now.
