"We need to talk about what we're going to do with all our stuff when we leave." His voice was anxious. He had lurched into the kitchen to make this unusually coherent statement.
"Okay. Where are we going?" she asked, nonchalantly flipping through a new cookbook.
Pause. A slight flicker of panic. "I don't know."
"Well, when you know, then we'll talk about it."
"Okay...do you want to stay with me?"
"Yup." Eye contact. "I'm not going anywhere. Are you?"
"So, do you want to stay with me?"
Twinkle in the eye and the hint of a smile. "Yes."
"Good, then it's settled."
"Good." He leaned in for a hug then shuffled and stumbled back to the couch.
* Aigen Kirche window, Wolfgang Sauber