Not stopping.
Not moving away.
Just—
There.
With me.
I rest my forehead against his for a second.
Just one.
Grounding.
Trying.
Failing.
“You’re injured,” I say again.
“You’ve mentioned that.”
“I mean it.”
“So do I.”
That—
That does not help.
At all.
I push lightly against him again.
This time—
He listens.
Takes a step back.
Space.
Air.
Control.
Finally.
We stand there for a second.
Just looking at each other.
Everything still there.
Nothing resolved.
Nothing simple.
