Ethan finally began to follow Antigone towards the kitchen, crossing one arm across his firm stomach while the other rested his chin. It was thinking time, sharing time, something he desperately wanted to do and at this very moment. It was strange how things worked out at times.

"I didn't want you to know that I cared," he began as his eyes landed on hers with a sorrowful look. "I didn't want to know that I cared. It's not something that I was brought up doing and certainly not something I've ever encountered. But you..." His voice trailed off as if he wanted to say more but he couldn't. She was just different from the rest. He loved her determination, her stamina, her ability to get people to talk...namely himself. However did she do it?