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I woke up, alone. I found this slightly disappointing, and had to chide myself not to become attached.
When I encountered him in the lounge, he seemed withdrawn. I looked at him, and sat down beside him on the couch. Tentatively I reached out and touched his thigh. He looked down at my hand, but didn’t respond.
I sat back and sighed.
After a little while, I felt his hand come and rest on top of mine. I looked at him and saw he was smiling, a gentle, friendly smile, if a little sad.
“You okay?” I said.
He nodded, then opened his mouth, and closed it again.
When he opened his mouth again, he said at last, “It’s—odd.”
I nodded.
He was silent for a time, then turned and looked at me again, his eyes surveying my face with that expression I was coming to know so well. I watched as his face softened in response, and felt something move in my chest.
Finally, he leaned toward me and kissed me, gently, on the lips.