Out of the corner of your eye, you see her looking up at the sky. You don't know why, but you feel compelled to reach out. To touch her.
Your arm reaches out, out and around. She's only about a foot away. Slowly your arm comes in, ever slower. Some part of you is afraid. Afraid of how she might react, afraid to break the silence.
Your arm finally catches her.
She stiffens. For a moment, for a single gut wrenching heartbeat, she freezes. Then she slowly relaxes. Then she leans into you.
Her weight slowly settles into you, and you gently let out the breath you didn't know you were holding in.
Then she speaks. "Hey Alex?"
"What do you think about us?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean.... I've known you for years now. You were the first person from Hope I met, other than my Father. We've been friends for most of it. You've always been there, like family should be, whenever I wanted to talk. You were the only person to come talk to me when my Dad died. I mean, we've joked about it off and on, but I've always thought of you like... a friend. Or a brother maybe." She's quiet for a long moment, the lets out a sigh. "Then today happened. I... don't know. It's like It's like I got a peek at what could be, and I'm not sure how I feel about that. I mean, I love you, you know that. You're probably the only friend I had before our squad got put together. But there's Love, and then there's LOVE love. Romantic love. I just... wanted to know how you feel."
[ ] You're my closest friend.
[ ] I think maybe I've always loved you a little bit.
[ ] You've just summed up how I've felt all day.
[ ] GET OUT OF MY HEAD CHARLES.