Athos adjusted in his seat so that he was sitting on the edge and close to her. His hands went for her-as he tried to close his fingers around them. Athos squeezed her hands before he began speaking, "I am not here to point out things that are amiss. I simply want to know: How are you? I thought we were best of friends." He paused, then. "I am not kidding. I mean it, literally."
His words were as sincere as it could be, however Mircea was having problems sitting like this-staring at his curiously warm eyes which held nothing but patience as he tried to talk things out of her.
