Among all of their silent making up and apologizing and forgiving there was a moment of reflective quiet between them. A moment when they both were not thinking, but being thought of. A moment when they allowed themselves to relax and stop judging and blaming and hurting. A moment when someone else stepped into their thoughts and whispered gently what they were to feel and think and need.

All anxiety had passed over them and they were now interlocked in a sweet calm, and for a moment, didn't need anything else.