Time
"Take your time," she had said. "Take all the time you need. I'll be here for you."
"I need to think," had been his response.
She hadn't asked about what, and he was grateful. It scared him enough how she was able to read him like an open book sometimes. That wasn't how it was supposed to go. It was supposed to be him reading her, him always knowing exactly what was running through her head. But she surprised him. He was surprised at the realization that he didn't always know what she was thinking about. In a way she was so much deeper than he was, just because she liked to stop and enjoy the view from where she was.
In that way, she'd seen more.
In the end, he mused, perhaps that was all that mattered. But of one thing now he was sure. He wanted to look out the window and observe what he saw, not pass over it because it didn't have a purpose.
"Take your time," she had said. "Take all the time you need."
Suddenly Vienna seemed so far away.
I'll be here for you.
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more fluff. eh. to the people who took the time to greet me on my birthday, love you loads. *wink wink* looking back, i think i shouldn't have celebrated the day i got older, but it seems i just can't resist the food. o_O