Alexander left Fay in his living room for a few minutes. He wanted to prepare a bath, and plan for dinner.
When he returned, he found her laying on her back to the floor, her head facing the ceiling..
He paused by the door, and just watched her.
She wasn't crying anymore. That was some good news.
With the tears gone, she only looked sad. She looked terribly sad.
He wished there was something he could do to alleviate her sadness. But there was nothing he could possibly say to make her feel better.
One part of him was okay with that. The other, not so much.
There was also a little part of him that was glad she trusted him enough to come with him.
It was the selfish part of his soul, nonetheless, a part of him.
That was the part that craved her the most. It was the part embracing the opportunity he had to stare at her this way.
Ace was a fool, and he was glad that he was.
