His relief was evident at her lack of teasing or ribbing on him as he gave her a toothy smile as well as a small sigh of relief. Perhaps he had been holding those feelings in from her for a while, and could now finally tell someone, tell her - it was a good thing, a sort of catharsis that released his anxiety and his pain. It was good.
She nodded slowly as he said that he just did not know how to explain it; she understood, or at least she did, once upon a time. Once upon a time, when she was still young and naive enough to cry at a coywolf's rejection, to sit upon a log and stare at the glowing lagoon and sigh and pine away. She was still young then, as Robert was now, discovering what it meant to love.
"I understand," she said. "You don't have to explain anything. And that's the best part," she said, attempting to lighten her voice and gave Robert a small wink - something she was very good at was concealing emotions and covering them with light, cheerful, or mischievous ones.
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