She walked in on him reading her journal. "What are you doing?" she asked. "Listening to you," he replied.
She was not foolish enough to attempt to save him from himself, despite his obvious need for grace.
He explained himself to her. Not through what he said, but by which he refused to admit.
She calls, only to know that he is there. And it pleases him.4
They held each other, dreaming together, but their dreams were not shared.