He's panicking. She doesn't talk to him. Last thing she said to him two days before was that he didn't trust her. At least not enough to tell her what they were doing in the jungles with Locke and why he returned to the beach with bloody head. He knows she's worried. But she's not going to forgive him for know. And what is he without her? Nothing. Just nobody.
Their eyes meet sometimes when they all seat across the fire. Her gaze is sharp and deep. She thinks that maybe if she doesn't talk to him, he'll finally understand everything and stop playing this cruel, dangerous games that, she's sure, Locke got him into. He looks at her with hope. Hope is the only thing he feels now. He wants to hope that she'll forgive him.
This night he takes his blankets and moves from the other castaways to sleep alone under the stars. He stares at them, asking, begging for solution. And they provide him with it. Maybe he's already dreaming, but the letters of her name suddenly start appearing on the night sky.
She sees him going to the direction of the place where they first kissed, blankets in his hand. A sudden urge to follow him hits her. She rubs the back of her neck. It aches from sleeping on his chest all the time. But not as much as her heart. Yes. She says she's fine whenever others ask her, but her heart tells another tale. And she knows that there's the only way to make her feel batter. She needs her medicine.
He can feel his eyelids closing, but then he sees a dark small form nearing his bed for this night. He pushes himself up, but she stops him, putting a hand on his shoulder to prevent him from moving. Then she kneels next to him.
"I'm sorry…"He whispers. "I'm so sorry…"
"Shh…" She hashes and touches his cheek gently to reassure him that she's not planning to leave anytime soon.
He cups her cheeks and kisses her fully on the lips, waiting for response. And he gets it. What follows next is wonderful, but frightening, physical sensation. Air around them is thick with passion. But for them it's also a moment when their souls touch. And it's beautiful. When they are through, he covers both of them with a blanket he's brought. He feels her drifting to the country of dreams and kisses her temple to make sure she sees only sweet lovely things. Then he scoops her closer and falls asleep, listening to her heartbeat.
Next day everything goes as it used to. They wake up together, talk, he tells her about his love for her love that when they'll finish their business in the jungles she'll be proud of him. This time she doesn't say anything, doesn't cry. She just smiles. She tries to do it with some emotions, but it feels cold and artificial. Smile that doesn't reach her eyes.
He leaves. She's alone on the beach or in the caves. Sometimes she talks to her one other true friend. The one no-one actually approves of. Even He doesn't understand her on that issue. But she still goes to his shelter. She needs to talk, tell someone about her doubts. And Sawyer is the one to listen. They have this strange understanding. Far from the bond she shares with Him, but it's something. And she's thankful for she does need a friend right now.
He comes back at night and makes his way to their shelter, but doesn't find her their. He gats worried in a second. He starts spinning around, looking for her everywhere. Then he sees her coming from the place where Sawyer spends his time. Now he's worried sick. He doesn't like this man at all and she probably spends a lot of time with him while he's gone. He's not there for her, he knows. And hates himself for that, but in the end everything he does, he does it for them.
"Hey." He says, as she reaches him.
"Hey." She answers quietly.
He looks so adorable with his big blue puppy-dog eyes, that everything she wanted to say to him just slips her mind. She finally sees Him again, the him that she knows. Kind, loving, sweet person that he is. And she smiles, a bright one, that he loves.
She steps on her toes and kisses him softly on the corner of his lips. She can feel him smile.
"I love you, Bonne, never forget that." She says, hugging him.
"And I love you." He whispers in her ear.
They stay like that for another couple minuets in a peaceful silence. And they understand that they can't stay mad at each other for long, because he loves her and she loves him, and they just don't function well without each other.