Cristina exited the bathroom and slowly approached the bed. Owen was lying on his side of the bed, his back to her. This was the new normal after she'd returned home, after the termination of her pregnancy. Even after they'd found some common ground over food poisoning.
Sighing, she slid under the covers and moved close to him. "Owen?"
"Uh huh?"
She placed a hand on his shoulder. "Are you ever going to ... look at me?"
He hesitated, before rolling over to face her. He looked like he'd aged years in the last couple of weeks.
"Sweetheart ..." Cristina stroked the lines on his face, willing him to start talking to her.
With tears in his eyes, Owen shifted closer and kissed her. She closed her eyes and kissed him back, trying to reassure him with her body. Since neither of them could talk.