"Mmm, this does feel
better." They stood there for a while, holding one another.
He pulled away from her a little so he could look into her eyes.
"What is it about us?" he said. "What makes it work?"
She considered for a moment. "Well, we're a lot alike," she said,
lightly kissing his nose. "And a lot unalike."
He nodded and bowed his head, focusing on their touching hips.
"Do you think maybe we should be together more?"
"Maybe."
"More permanently?"
"Maybe."
"Maybe?" His eyes widened a little as they sought hers.
"Petey, we work because we both have things in our lives that we
believe in."
"Had," he mumbled.
"Have," she said, lifting his chin with her hand. "You're just a
little dry right now. You have to give yourself some time to let
things happen inside here." She knocked his head lightly with her
knuckles. "It doesn't all just suddenly change overnight, Petey."
"I know. But I've been thinking." He hesitated for an instant.
"What about maybe if I were to settle down a little, split some
time between here and California, take it easy."
Her expression was full of attention and love, but not without a
small and knowing frown. They had had the conversation before,
usually when he was feeling depressed, and they both knew that
neither was fully ready to settle down.
"And what if you and I, you know.
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