They didn’t talk much, sometimes a quick glance, sometimes nothing at all. But it was never awkward. Not because they understood each other, but because neither of them needed to be understood. There was no distance between them, not the kind you chase, not the kind you avoid. It was just… there. And that was fine, they knew the boundaries. But never felt the need to test how close or how far. Their presence still filled each other in quiet ways.