He nodded slowly, his throat tight. He tried to find the right words but his mind was a muddled mess.
"Okay," he finally acquiesced, not having any other intention of holding her back and talking about what just happened. "Go ahead. Take your time."
She gave quick nods before she turned away, walking towards the door. Every single step she took felt heavy, and her mind spiraled with emotions she couldn't name. She paused at the doorway, glancing back at him one last time.
He was still sitting there, all tall and composed on the outside but she could see that he felt the same thing she was feeling. She saw the chaos written all over his face. When that happened she had an impulsive feeling to stay and talk about it, to deny what had just happened and maybe talk about it.
She stopped
