His fidgetiness didn’t help Krel relax any. In fact it made her anxiety spike. That was until he put his arms around her and pulled her close. It took her a moment to realize he wasn’t mad at her, but once she did, she relaxed and leaned into him. “Oh, good…” she said softly. He wasn’t mad at her. She looked up at him while he spoke. His half smile took a bit away from his words as he explained to her that he understood that her work sometimes took too much of her time, but she tried to focus on what he was saying verses how he was saying it. Males, after all, communicated in a different way than females.
She shifted to have a better view of his face as he continued to talk. Her communications training had ingrained in her the importance of giving someone who was talking her full attention. Her lips pressed together a bit as he began talking about how much time they had been spending together lately. Was spending time together a bad thing? She still had a bit of difficulty reading Edward, even after all the years she’d known him. Then she realized he was apologizing for his moodiness. “Everyone gets moody sometimes,” she said simply with a light shrug of her shoulders. She was a firm believer that everyone should be able to express their emotions as they needed to, just so long as they weren’t using a person as an emotion punching bag, and she didn’t’ feel like Edward had been doing that. “Life appears to have not been very nice to either of us lately.” Last night with her father popped into her head and she suddenly felt very very tired.
She took the proffered water and twisted the cap off and thought about his last words. What could he possibly have to say that was frightening? Did he think she would jinx him or something? Was he moving to Antarctica? Did his ex-wife suddenly come back? A million thoughts raced through her head, but she couldn’t think of one that she was willing to voice aloud. So…she took a drink of the water she was holding and waited.