Mew! Yes, I know! I'm being bad.... But it gets you a surprise!
Crowd: Is it the next chapter of Echoes Of War yet?
-sighs- NO! Okay!? I'm a no good slacker and it's not done yet....
Don't judge me.
They spoke in different languages. Max was very verbal, and open. If she was upset, someone would know, while Fang spoke in the language of bodies. Sure, he didn't hug, or get totally physical, but you had to be able to read him, something not even Max had completely mastered yet. He kept everything locked away, because emotions were useless, and only ended up hurting people he loved. It had become a habit to not express any emotion because of the school, and the time they spent there.
They spoke completely different languages, yet understood each other perfectly. Max understood that when they were on their nightly walks around the small forest in front of the Martinez house and Fang brushed their hands together, the blonde knew it meant that he wanted to hold hands, whether he ever said so or not. Fang knew when Max said 'I'm tired,' it meant that she was about to collapse from exhaustion, whether her appearance or body posture showed it at all. They caught onto things about each other that no one else did.
Yup, it's done. Short, but sweet.
Hope you enjoyed it huns!
P.S. Has anyone else ever sat typing with you editor sitting at your elbow commenting on EVERYTHING?