He turns his head slightly, watching her profile in the silver light. His hands rest on his knees, still.
A firefly lands on the bench between them, then lifts away.
Quietly, he speaks, almost to himself.
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Iris smiled faintly at the shared sentiment , then remained quiet . For once , she did not feel compelled to fill the silence that sat between them . She simply sat there , hands folded neatly atop her lap .
" It has been some while since quiet has felt. . . peaceful ." โ
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๐ ๐๐๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ .
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He hesitates, a flicker of surprise crossing his features. Then, a rare, genuine nod.
โ . . . Alright. โ
He moves to the bench, sitting at the opposite end, close enough for company, far enough for courtesy. He looks at the stars.
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Iris regarded Dettlaff for a moment , and made no move to venture to the bench quite yet .
" You need not stand watch on my account , Dettlaff ." Iris said softly .
" Sit with me? " she gestured to the bench , and walked herself towards it .
"I find I do not mind your โ
He inclines his head, a quiet acknowledgment. The fireflies drift between them.
โ Kindness is not rare. Sincerity is. โ
He gestures to the stone bench.
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Iris studied Dettlaff with quiet contemplation , then met his gaze when he looked her way ; in the softening of his gaze , her own mirrored it .
" No questions , no judgement. . ." she said , softly .
" You offer a stranger a rare kindness , Dettlaff. . ." a brief pause.