"Yeah, I know. I'm out of ideas." He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply.
"Lets focus on Sylvia's funeral first, okay?" Ivy said gently. Death before life. Closure before beginnings. It was cruel how the universe arranged things.
Winn nodded in response, his jaw tightening as he accepted the shift in focus. Ivy reached for the light switch, flicking it off. They both walked out, closing the nursery door gently behind them.
"Goodnight Winn," she said.
"Goodnight," Winn replied—and yet neither of them moved.
The silence stretched.
"It's a bad idea right now," Winn spoke up, moving a bit closer despite himself. His body betrayed him even as his mind screamed caution.
"Yeah. It is," Ivy agreed.
"I mean, clearly we have established that you should have nothing to do with me until all these is sorted out."
"I know," Ivy answered. "Trust me, my brain is fully aware."
And yet they stood awkwardly, inches away from each other.
