I sit next to him on the couch. We are watching some show, but I'm really just watching him. He's not even doing anything, just has his feet on the coffee table watching intently at the screen. I try to memorize everything about him; his scent, his outfit and everything. Jeans, t-shirt, Nikes, the package is complete with his amazing blue eyes, cane, messy hair and stubble. He's perfect and he doesn't know it. Smart and attractive.
A commercial break starts and he catches me staring.
"Take a picture, it'll last longer."
"I'd love to."
He just smirks and limps off to the kitchen.
"You want anything?"
"No thanks." I really love to have him, but I'll settle for him next to me on the couch for now. I love to hear him talk. I don't care what he says, I just love his voice. It's distinct and every time I hear it I picture him and I almost melt. He comes back and sits down again. I half pay attention to the commercials, but he sees right through me and I finally decide to ask a question or two while he still has some time to kill.
"You and I are similar."
"How so?"
"We both only like company to know that we aren't alone. We don't want to talk; we just want to sit there in each other's company knowing that we have someone on this earth who cares enough to just sit with us."
"That's defiantly a possible assumption."
"What it's not true?"
"No, it's entirely true; which is scary considering we haven't been hanging out much at all. My ability to read people must be rubbing off on you."
"Must be."
The show came back on and we got quiet again. While he was watching I was thinking about anything and everything. I had only known him a few weeks now and I couldn't remember how we had met. It doesn't matter now, all that matters is that we spend time together and enjoy each others almost silent company. We feel like we don't need people, yet we want to know that at least someone is there for us when we need them. I continued to think well into the commercial break. When I came out of my thoughtful daze I discovered that it was him staring at me this time. Just looking intently, almost as if he was trying to look inside my mind to discover what I was thinking about.
"So where did you go while I was watching the show?"
"What do you mean, I was right here."
"No, physically you were here; mentally you were far from here."
"Oh, just thinking."
"That's my line and it's always a lie. What's on your mind?"
"Since when do you get all personal?"
"Hey, I gotta care for someone. You said so earlier. I need company even if it's silent company. So what's up? I can keep secrets."
"I was just thinking about how I think that I don't need people but I really need at least a couple just to know that someone is there for me, and so do you."
"I do?"
"Yeah, you keep at least two people close to you in case you need anything and they are always there. When do I get to join that little club of yours?"
"Oh I don't know."
"Alright I shared one with you, now it's your turn."
"Oh, saved by the show."
His show returned and this time I watched with him. I had no clue what was going on, but I knew that it was some what important to him so I watched. At the commercial break he didn't say anything and I wasn't going to pry much further than I had already done. He finally started with a question. I was hoping for just an answer from him, but any conversation was fine with me.
"Why do you like my company?"
"Because you are just there. You're available for conversation within reason and you allow me to sit here and think and randomly ask things. I don't have to talk if I don't want to, same with you. We both get that sometimes the quiet company is the one you want. I'm here for you if you need me, and hopefully you are the same for me. My turn. Do you like my company?"
"I must say that I do."
"Why?"
"For almost the same reason. I just need someone to be there in case of anything. I like knowing that someone is there if I need to talk, but are ok if I don't talk at all. The best company for me is the quiet understanding type and you fit that well. You don't pry like Wilson or overly care at times like Cuddy. I like that you care, but don't express it unless I need it. That good enough?"
"Anything you would have said would have been good enough. The show's returning."