Ethan paused, methodically wiping his chin with a handkerchief by his plate and setting it back down, curling its bottom-most corner over itself and unfolding it again. It was not the first time Riley had expressed gratitude, but this time was different. His somber eyes met Riley's, his lips tugging at their corners into a soft smile. The sincerity of her words - though they had always been genuine - was different this time, and wholly unexpected. Ethan shifted uncomfortably in his chair, the reality dawning on him that their comfortable bubble that had kept their relationship murky and amorphous was beginning to fade.
He studied Riley's face as the silence extended to the border of being uncomfortable. Was he ready, or even capable, of true vulnerability anymore? Life was so impermanent, there one day and snuffed out like a candle in a stiff breeze the next with just as little fanfare or reason. A knot formed in his stomach, aching as he cleared his throat and spoke, words slow and deliberate.
"I…" A pause. "Neither would I. I would be dead, or a husk like I was before Haven. You've given my life a purpose beyond myself, and I'm grateful."
He took another pause, contemplating the food before him before continuing and meeting Riley's gaze once again.
"I did not think I was capable of caring past my own needs again, and you've shown me that I am. It's a strange feeling, not too unlike looking at a photo of yourself from a time you don't remember. It tugs at your memory, and you know it's you but… I'm not making sense, am I?"
Ethan let out a soft chuckle, averting his eyes from Riley's face, extending a hand out and wrapping his fingers around hers, giving her hand a gentle squeeze.
"There's hope with you, is what I mean."
She smiled. They had been through this before. Riley's emotions flowing over and her expressing her gratitude toward him. But here he was, saying more than he usually did. And hope was such a wonderful, tragic word. It made her heart swell and made her fearful, all at the same time. It meant they had something to lose, but that was better than the other way around.
Looking down at his fingers wrapped around hers, a little warmth crept into her cheeks again. He was warm and the physical contact was nice. She squeezed him back as her eyes continued to search for his. She hadn't heard his Southern drawl speak words quite so tender before. She almost launched into her usual series of apologies when she was like this, but this time she didn't. If Ethan hadn't gotten used to it by now, then…
"You speak as if you don't have a heart. Or didn't." Riley said, tilting her head to the side. "I can't imagine that to be true." Ever since their first excursion to Coker Creek she had found Ethan to be a kind, if slightly reserved man. Still, she understood what he meant. Riley wasn't the same either, though she was desperately clinging onto herself or the idea she had of herself.
"It was a liability," Ethan replied flatly, leaning back in his seat, hand withdrawing from hers for a moment. "Something that got in the way. I've lost a good number of people I've cared about, and it's made it difficult to find it in me to let people in again, but with you it's...different. Easy."
Her expression had been serious as she listened to him but now they softened. While she could relate to it and agreed that it was easier to push your feelings away, bury them somewhere deep down, Riley had never been able to do it. The world was harsh enough as it was. But people were different and dealt with things differently.
"Easy." Riley repeated as if tasting the word. What did that mean? She watched him for a while, the silence that enveloped them becoming uncomfortable. Her mind was racing. This wasn't the first time she had to control herself so as not to stand up, walk around the table and throw her arms around him. She looked down at her plate and forked the last piece of meat. "Good." She blinked. "That makes me happy." Riley finished her meal and became suddenly more quiet. In her mind, the onslaught of emotions and thoughts was frustrating.
When he had also finished his meal, she stood and took both of their plates to the kitchen. She put them in the sink and poured water they kept in a bucket and rinsed them off. "I hope you liked the meat." She said, desperate to end the silence.
"It would have been a great deal more bland if you hadn't lucked out and found that thyme - I'm just glad it's going on something it belongs on, not fish," Ethan chuckled, taking and drying the plates as Riley placed them on the counter, seeking any excuse to be near her in that moment. "Is something still on your mind? You seemed a bit quiet - if.. If I've said anything wrong, let me know. We're bound at the hip, I don't want anything brewing between us."
She wiped her hands on a towel and threw it on the counter. Awkwardly, she massaged her neck but didn't meet his eyes with hers. There were a million answers she could give but none of them seemed right. There was a storm in her mind and for a moment, it seemed so stupid that this caused her such trouble, given the world they lived in. She felt silly. Riley appreciated Ethan's remark and his good mood, but his closeness didn't make it any easier for her.
"Ethan, I-" She began, leaning against the counter with her hand still rubbing that spot on her neck. Words stuck in her throat for several reasons and she wished she hadn't even begun. "I'm fine." She drew out, though it was only a whisper.
"Your tone suggests otherwise," he said calmly, barely above a tender whisper. "But I'll drop it - just don't feel you have to keep quiet if you don't want to."
He stepped back, leaving a space between he and Riley and hovered by the door to the rear porch. Already the sun had descended back over the edge of the lake and the stars were beginning to peek out, sparkling in the hazy, wind-and-ice-swept landscape. The moon shone with a dim glare, still outdone by the fading light of the sun, casting a orange-silver glow along the wintery haze.
"How about we get the blankets and watch the sun set? No words," he suggested with a faint smile.
She raised her eyes now and watched him. Part of her was angry at him for stepping away, which was confusing in itself, and another part of her was angry at herself for not saying what she wanted to say, but couldn't. She sighed, offered an equally faint smile and nodded.
In short order she had found the blankets and returned to him. Stepping out onto the rear porch, she offered him a blanket and then wrapped the other around herself. The way the fire of the sun met the icy cold of winter and the silver and blue of the night, cast their small world in a beautiful light. "Had things not been the way they are, I would have moved here much sooner."
"I don't think either of us could have afforded it," Ethan replied, laughing softly. "My dad used to take me on these long hunting trips, and we'd always take the last day on the lake in a house like this."
He paused, almost bewildered. His last memory of his father was not of blood seeping from open bites, or the way he had been when at last he had turned, or the pallid corpse he had left behind when his mother had shot him. Ethan could recall his face - his true face - and remember the drives out east. It had been years since everything had fallen apart, splitting his life cleanly into what had been and what was now.
"And… it's odd. As I'm sitting here - I… I can see him," he added after a pause, swallowing back a hard lump in his throat. "Not.. Not how he died, but how he was when I was a kid. When we had a life where this was the dream because it was an escape from the real world, not just a convenient place for shelter."
Smiling, it was her turn now to reach over and take his hand. There was something very genuine about Ethan as he spoke. She wished she could say the same, but as the years went by it became increasingly harder to remember details about her own family.
"Do you look like him?" She asked suddenly, wondering if Ethan looked like his father. She moved closer to him, close enough that she could lay her head on his shoulder and listen to him as he spoke.
Ethan hesitated to let go of Riley's hand and instead wrap an arm around her shoulders as she approached, wanting not to infringe upon her distance as she set it after her discomfort earlier. He nodded in answer to her question, struggling to find the words for a moment.
"Almost entirely," he said. "There were pictures of him when… When he was about my age before this all started, indistinguishable. Except for my eyes, I got those from my mom."
He cast a glance down at Riley's own eyes looking up at him, a pang shooting down his spine. She was real - pressed against him, a warmth in the frigid air of the winter night. And she was constant in a way not even Haven had felt for all his years living there. Haven had not endured the worst, and though doubtless there was worse to come in the winter ahead, he did not feel that Riley would give out on him so quickly, so unexpectedly.
"I'm going to take a guess and say you take after your dad," he added after a brief pause to examine her. "Maybe not physically, but you strike me as a daddy's girl first - I know you mentioned fishing back on the road, but something tells me you two were alike in a lot of ways."
Something fluttered and spread in her chest at their closeness. She smiled and nodded. Ethan was right. It surprised her. When she and her dad had gone on trips years ago, it had been some of her favorite things to do. Some of her most cherished memories came from around the camp fire, her father telling scary stories when she was young.
"Look at you, hitting the nail on the head." She nudged him with her shoulder. "I'm a lot like him. Same as you, I have my mother's eyes, though." Riley closed her eyes. If she focused really hard, she could sometimes recall her mother's smell. But not now. Now she breathed in the scent of Ethan. It made the hairs on the back of her neck stand and she turned her head to look at him once again.
"It's a good thing I take after him. I wouldn't have kicked your ass at fishing if it wasn't for him."
"And we might have both starved," Ethan added lightly, smirking. "But I'm still going to catch up to you."
Ahead of them, the sun had almost finished its descent, and only the faint pink-orange glow of its fading light gave any indication of its presence. It was beginning to become so dark that Ethan could only just make out the shape of Riley in the blankets beside him, the starlight reflected in her eyes. Without thinking of his earlier inhibitions, he wrapped an arm around her shoulder and pulled her closer to him, sighing softly, leaving that which he suspected to be catching Riley up unspoken as he realized he, too, was circling around the same uncertainty as she was.
"If only every day could end like this," he said softly, as if worried they might be overheard.
Quiet. For a moment she watched him in the encroaching dark. His arm around her made her feel safe. Riley mustered up some of the courage she knew she had. She let her hand gently rest on his cheek and turned his face so she could look at him. Her heart was pounding against her chest.
"It could." She whispered. Riley inched her face slowly closer to his, looking from his lips to his eyes. At first she looked for any sign of reluctance in Ethan's eyes, but then she was too close. His lips were too close and she had already stepped over the edge.
Confusion lingered for a split second on Ethan's face as Riley pulled his face closer, but gave way to swift understanding and then want as she leaned in. The arm wrapped around her shoulder slid, hand coming to gently cup her face as Ethan's lips met Riley's softly at first, his other hand likewise gripping her face, simultaneously like one dying of thirst clutching a bowl of water and with the gentle care and ease with which he had held her hand just moments before.
She exhaled deeply, one hand still on his neck and the other gripping at his shirt. There was a tremendous relief not only because Ethan now knew, but also because she hadn't been kissed in such a long time. She had been afraid she would have forgotten how to, but it took them only a brief moment to find a common rhythm and move with each other and quickly, she remembered.
Riley paused after a few moments, resting her forehead against his. Tears stung her eyes for reasons she couldn't explain. She let her thumb trace his lips, wanted to speak but found no words and then she eagerly kissed him again, already missing the feeling.
Ethan surrendered without protest to the second kiss, lost in the feeling of Riley as they embraced, drawn from it only as he felt a drop land upon his thumb as it caressed her face. He leaned back, noting the tears still fresh in her eyes and felt his cheeks grow flush as he realized that not only had their bubble burst, and with it a host of emotions to process over the coming weeks, but that Riley was crying, which in their world meant pain.
"Are… are you ok?" He asked, that same hushed tone lingering in his voice. "Did, did I do something to hurt you?"
"No, Ethan." Riley said, almost laughing at his question. "No, you didn't." She wasn't sure how to explain it to him. There were too many emotions for her to put into words. But she smiled at him, a few more tears rolling down her cheeks. Her hand rested on his neck and the other was still clutching at his shirt. "Idiot." She whispered, shaking her head at him, still smiling.
She wanted his lips again, but controlled herself. She wiped her tears away and then looked up at him, keeping close still. The cold had crept under the blanket, causing her to shudder. Pulling it tighter, she slowly let her eyes meet his.
"Habit," he said, exhaling a shaky breath. "I don't think I've seen anyone cry in anything remotely resembling joy in… Well, in a long time…"
Gingerly, as if still worried Riley was hiding some unannounced pain from him, Ethan brushed aside her tears and pulled her close as the chill air rose, the air growing increasingly cold around them. Though the blood had rushed to Ethan's face, it was beginning to grow so frigid that even that was beginning to lose to the icy touch of the outside. His hand slipped and cupped Riley's face by the chin, pulling it up and stealing another kiss from her softly.
"And, another habit," he said, closest to a joke he had mustered that had not been about their survival since meeting her.
Her eyes fixed on his. She felt light as a feather, though the cold was gnawing at her. Riley then wrapped her arms around him and gave him a tight hug. Then she shuddered again and stepped back. "Let's go inside. I'm freezing."
Turning, she led the way back inside the house. The fireplace offered a dry, intense warmth even though it was the sole source of heat in the building. She stepped over to the fireplace and poked at the embers. What was left would burn out before the morning. She approached Ethan again and kissed his cheek. "I'm going to bed." She said, though she wanted to stay up all night and talk to him. Something told her that when he did lie down next to her, she wouldn't be able to sleep and most likely end up looking at him for a large part of the night.
Ethan followed Riley by wordless agreement, drifting behind her as she made her way up the stairs. He barely even remembered to douse the fire before they went to bed, ensuring the top of the stairs were still loosely barricaded as Riley curled up under the covers. Without hesitation, Ethan slid close to her, wrapping her in his arms and holding her tight for fear she might vanish or that the moment might fade into nothingness.
They lay there, neither speaking, for a long time. Both were too wired to sleep, too enamored with the other to do anything that might end the night early. Delicately, Ethan brushed aside a strand of Riley's hair, enjoying the silence enveloping the lake house, enjoying the feeling of Riley pressed against him, the scent of pine in her hair.
She stared at him, enjoying the embrace. Her hand was resting on his ribs. Inside her head, her thoughts raced back and forth, but even so she didn't know what to say. It was hard to even make out what she was thinking. There were too many feelings. Too many questions. Words weren't made for moments such as these, she thought to herself. Riley rested her forehead against his, taking in his scent. The way he brushed a hair away from her face sent a chill down her spine.
"Thank you." She finally said, though she couldn't explain why. Her eyes flicked up to meet his but quickly they looked down at his lips again. "Just…" She trailed off, moving her hand to gently caress his back. "Just thank you."
"You never need to thank me," Ethan said slowly, chills blossoming and spreading down his back at her touch. "Never - we're in this one in the same, don't forget it."
She nodded and then smiled. Something fluttered in her stomach and she looked up at him and planted a gentle kiss on his lips. Then her hand wandered up along his back, to his neck and then the back of his head and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss.