A Little Bit Married

Questions

He finished up, then took the tray up in his hand. "Would you like to go up?"

I nodded slowly, and he turned away, grabbing something else, before he turned back to me.

"Let's go, then."

I slowly got off the kitchen island, and he balanced the tray on one hand, then held my other hand tight, his eyes meeting mine.

"You are red."

I bit down on my lower lip. "I just... no one has ever said that to me before."

He raised his right brow as he gently pulled me towards the stairs. "No one has said what to you?"

I shrugged. "The thing about dying. I mean, it's such a random, inevitable occurrence that we just... never ever think of it, and now that you said it, I am just like..."

He didn't say anything till we got to the door before he slowly let go of my hand. He turned to me, the tray of food between us, his sleepy eyes deep with meaning.

"Were you thinking about him?"

I swallowed. I wasn't. "Well, I..."

"I mean, he is dead. Do you wish you had said something like that to him?

I immediately shook my head. "No."

He gave a small one sided smile. "Good."