We made it to the marina unscathed because Aaron finally slowed down. He was kind enough to open the car door for me even after we stopped conversing.
Telling him, "Thank you," was all I could muster.
Still, he avoided eye contact and remained silent. The sky is just stunning, as I can see from my window. I am without a shawl at the moment, and the wind is turning a bit damp. Unfortunately, the cardigan was left behind at the workplace.
When Aaron felt my unease, he halted his steps and took off his sports jacket. As soon as he put it over my shoulders, I felt the much-needed warmth it provided.
"Thank you." Even when I'm upset, I find myself repeating that to him frequently.
He didn't say a word, but he did entwine my hand with his. I felt weird about it… but 'good' weird.
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