She had stood still, sunk between cloth and muscle. She had placed her hands on the tiny space he had between her and the Samuel chest, to warm them. She felt him move a little, do something while having his arm around her neck.
- ¿You want?- He came to her a half of a chocolate bar, almost in her face.
- Yes, thanks…- She took it- I'm hungry.
- Don't thank me, you brought them- He began to eat his half.
- ¿And what?- She also ate- If we become finicky, we might conclude that you should eat more chocolate than me.
- ¿And why is that?
- Because you not have so much fat… And because you are a man. You spend more energy than me and not have reservations. If we stay without food, you die earlier.
- That's a scientist, I can not refuse.
- So… you eat the rest…
- Of course not.
- Sam- She climbed the eyes to see him, as she rested her chin on his chest- I'm being realistic.
- And I'm being positive…
- If something happens…
- It will not happen.
- But if…
- Don't- He looked her, strangely serious about what he was, interrupting her- Just…. No…
- But…
- No. You always are the realist and logic, I am positive, and who are looking for other ways. If you want to keep that idea in your head, fine, but I will not let you say it.
- No, you do not understand- She rested her forehead on his chest- I have to be realistic, I have to have a plan, or i will lose my head. I know you see ways of roses everywhere, but not me.
- We have been in much more dangerous situations, and you don't have become so fateful.
- Yes… Before. You forget that after all that, you died- She looked back at her eyes, sadly- I know that before I was not so calculator, or fatalistic, or paranoid, but the only time I could not plan, was in Panama… And I always felt my job was to keep Nathan and you, safe… Your… death… was my mistake…
- Edna…
- And discover that you were fifteen years rotting in prison, was also my mistake… Because i know if I had insisted seriously, to let Rafe out… Everything had gone well, as planned… You would not have lost half your life in prison… And all because I was stupid…- Her eyes welled with tears- Sorry Samy… I'll fail you… I'm so sorry… really…
Drake held her tightly, internally sad for her. He hated seeing her brown eyes filled with tears. Sseeing them only made his own eyes, imitate her.
- Edy… Princess…- He stroked her hair- You're not guilty of anything… It was us who decided not hear you, I was the one who ignored your bad vibes about Rafe.
- We were a team- She moaned with cut voice- We should all pay for the mistakes… Equal… Not only you…
- And I thank God for that ¿Where you'd finished, if we grabbed in Panama? In a women's prison, in the ass to the fucking demon… They have been fifteen, but at least I knew that Nathan and you were out. You do not know the relief that was that…
- To me you were dead- She squeezed him, distressed.
- I know… Sorry about that…
Samuel stood still, with his cheek on her hair and his arms around her. He knew at the heart of Shaareim now there was a mixture of fear, sadness, guilt and pain, all it accumulated after fifteen years.
- It makes bad to you retain that… Edna…- He rubbed her back- Get it out, it's okay…
- I… - She moaned.
- I'm here- He kissed her hair- I'm here… I'm not leaving you…
The woman began to cry, really. He remained stoic as he could, hearing her lamentations on his neck, how she squeezing her arms toward him, as if she feared lost him again. Occasionally he kissed her hair, rubbing her back, but in complete silence. She really needed to get rid of so much weight.
And he accompanied her, with a timid drop out of his left eye, who slid across his cheek.
Long after he felt calm, he heard her sigh a few times, still cuddled.
- ¿Better?- He muttered.
- Yes…- She wiped her eyes- Thanks… I… needed…
- Don't worry…
After another minute in silence, Sam approached her an another half chocolate bar.
- Take…- He said.
- Okay…- She took it.
- And think it all started with half chocolat…
- Fool…
He smiled slightly.
- Eat- He told her, as he took the communicator- I'll give the report.
- All right…
- Nathan- He called Sam.
- Almost- Victor's voice was heard- He hears you ¿What happen?
- We're fine here. We have shelter, heat, food, water… So we are going to try to sleep a little here, and not die trying… ¿Ok?
- All right, all right.
- Call us when the sun rises… Half to prepare ourselves, half to see if we still breathe.
- It is understood. Remember to be careful and stay close to the communicator. If something urgent happens, we will, but we delay our thing.
- Received. Over and out.
- Good luck. Over and out.
Both were prepared to sleep. Which meant leaving fire for the night, make sure that everything was in order, prepare the site.
- All right- Drake shook his hands- The fire will last until dawn, I think.
- So…- She locked the extension of the couch and she got up- ¿What turn do you prefer?
-¿Turn?
- For sleeping…
- ¿Do you have any idea which is the second source of heat here, right now?
-¿Which what…? I don't know…
- First source- He pointed to the lit fireplace and then himself- Second source. I'm surprised by you, being so expert…
- ¿Is not it a bit small space?
Samuel placed on one of the blankets along the couch and then he lay almost on the edge, carrying as many blankets.
- I'll take the side of the fireplace- He said- It's warmer, but it's also sure I fall to the ground.
- But…
- Edna… I want to sleep and survive. Come here for once ¿You want?
The woman, who was also feeling the fatigue, approached him and she slowly tried to accommodate in the space between the man and the backrest, hardly, noting that Drake helped her find a suitable position, in her side and with the backrest on her back. And once found, Sam was in charge of distributing the blankets over them, being completely cover.
- ¿All right?- He asked.
- I think…- She trembled.
Samuel turned slightly, watching her face. He held her tightly, sticking to her, putting his face in her hair, feeling that she was pretty cold to the touch.
- You're frozen…- The man began rubbing her back- I thought I was worse…
- I know…
Edna felt the soft warmth exuded his companion, as a tender and satisfactory wave coming slowly to her bones. She could not resist hug him a Little more, put her face directly into his warm neck and try to stick to him as much as possible.
- ¿Better?- Sam asked, rubbing her.
- Yes… thanks…
- Wait until you're warm to sleep.
- Yes…- She trembled- God…
- ¿Why did you not tell me you were so cold? It's almost disturbing your state.
- I do not know, I did not want to worry you about more.
- Typical of you.
And for a long time, they remained silent, cuddled and close together, letting gradually the mutual heat harbored them, while could be heard the crackle of the logs and the thunderous howl of the wind over the house.