She found him in his office, sitting by the window. He was hunched over, arms on his thighs, head bent low. The only light came from a small lamp on his desk and he was bathed in shadow, seeming to weigh him down even more.
Emily barely even paused. Shutting the door gently behind her, she went to him, kneeling in front of him without a word. She set down the first aid kit she had in her hands, opening it and pulling out supplies.
He watched her work in silence. Her touch was light as she cleaned the cut next to his eye, completely focused on the task at hand. She was thorough, only applying a bandaid after she was sure the cut was clear.
He expected her to pull back when she was finished. But her touch lingered, fingers ghosting over his face.
"Why are you still here?" he asked, his voice hoarse as his eyes searched hers.
She knew he wasn't asking why she was still in the office. He wanted to know why she was still with him. Still by his side. He needed an answer, but there was nothing vocal she could give him, no words she could find.
Her touch become firmer as she held his face in her hands, pulling him down. The kiss was hesitant at first, feeling her way around new territory. But her lips were soft and insistent against his , and he slowly melted into her.
And then he was right there with her. His hands moved to her arms, pulling her up higher as his head tilted to the side and he took the kiss deeper. Just like in everything else, they moved, breathed in sync, pulling each other closer until there wasn't even a heartbeat between them.
They didn't know words.