She left him on the couch, headed for the stairs. Her brief absence made him feel like something inside her had changed, and he vowed to do whatever it was to make things right again. Having her undivided attention, making her smile, those were the moments he really felt alive. As much as he had to process, she had acted in his honour today and it did not go unnoticed. He cursed his lack of emotional confidence, every moment he was with her he delved into his memory bank, scored through items he had seen on T.V, on how best to show his affections. In this moment, and many more to come, he would feel hopelessly inadequate, not knowing whether she needed his touch or whether he should make himself scarce. Nor did he know the words people used as comfort, or how to deliver them. It was like
