He admires her strength, her conviction. He wishes sometimes he could be as sure of just one thing as she is about absolutely everything she does. Could, just for a moment, believe and trust in something, anything, with every fiber, every particle of his being.

As though sensing that he's looking at her, she turns around and smiles. It's a warm, familiar kind of smile. Her eyes are bright, her lips slightly parted, head cocked. It's a special smile, reserved only for him.

It's in this moment that he realizes that there is something, well someone, that he is absolutely sure of.

Her.