Her hands wrapped themselves around his arms and buried her face into his left forearm, an action that was endearing to him, but about the purpose of which he was unsure. He did not know at this moment what she thought of him. Had she done this to hide her physical expression of love, or to show it? Had she come to the realization that she did not really know this man’s life other than what he had told her or what she had seen? Was their short-lived world nothing more than that? The rain which, had quieted, began to again accelerate the rate at which it fell. Scott sat back on his legs and slipped down from the bed and leaned against the dresser that held the television, now at the point of Hadrian, seeking to hold onto the bursting seams of the empire that he inherited. Lily followed him,
