He wasn't sure how he had gotten here; he wasn't even sure why he'd come here. Snow was falling and it reminded him of pure white ash, it reminded him of the smell of burnt bodies and carnage, of the burning factory that had left more than fifty people dead…It reminds him of her. He smiles sardonically and wonders if relating something so beautiful to something so tragic was healthy. Death reminded him of her, death reminded him of just how alive she really was. At the same time, he worried, how much death could one woman honestly handle? For now she was safe, but how long would he be able to ensure that she remained that way?
Looking up at her lit windows he lets out a deep breath and enters her building. It's not long before he is standing in front of her apartment door, his hand gently rapping against the cold wood. After a few moments she comes to answer and gives him a full and genuine smile as way of greeting. He shoves his hands in his pocket and looks at the floor sheepishly before she reaches out and tugs his arm to invite him in. He accepts wordlessly, gratefully. He's grateful for everything she does, everything that allows him to be in her presence.
When she offers him coffee he nods eagerly, his bones are chilled through. The warmth of her home envelopes him and he closes his eyes to take in the smells and sounds of her, of her life. When she hands him his mug she regards him for a few moments with concern, he shrugs it off claiming that he is fine.
In truth, he's more than fine, he's here…with her. She's alive, and being here is enough for now to remind him that he is too.
He knows that one day he'll need to let her know everything that he's feeling, all his fears, his secrets..his desire… he'll need to show her everything that he can't say, but for now this is enough.