I'd expected Steve to come around, but it was still strange when he did. He'd phoned when I finished work, 'just to see if you're ok.' I was.
I act quite normally, but he doesn't know what to do. We end up sitting next to eachother watching 'The Curious Case of Benjamin Button' - the sort of film I'd never usually watch when Steve was there, because he's more gritty realism drama. I cry buckets, but it's more because of the parallels than the story. Steve falls asleep three quarters of the way through, and I use the opportunity to go to bed when the film ends.
I'm not sure how much later it is that I feel him get into bed and put his arms around me. I know it shouldn't feel right, but it does. Where last night he was all anger and hate, tonight he is regretfully gentle and loving. He is a child in a man's body.
