Observing him enter the room carrying a tray with two bowls of chicken soup, she offered a tentative smile, which he reciprocated.
Could it be that things between them weren't as dire as she feared?
They dined together in an uncomfortable silence, but she kept reassuring herself that everything was still very new, and they would eventually address and resolve their issues when both of them felt ready.
"I'll assist you with your shower," he offered once they had finished eating.
Although he didn't voice it, it was obvious that he had already taken care of her personal hygiene while she slept, and he seemed to need the shower far more than she did, still wearing those same dreaded clothes.
I should take my turn only once he is finished using the bathroom. "I can manage on my own. Go ahead if you'd like," she suggested.
His eyes, already distant, flashed with an emotion she couldn't decipher.
