For weeks he did his best not to think too much on it. What good does it do really, worrying about the "down the road" and the "what could happen nexts?"
His knowledge of footpaths and emergency exits, all those calculations and documentations, well they proved to be consistent. Relaxation and termination eventually follows.
But she didn't leave.
And she demanded he be just himself. Nothing else.
It left his mind spinning the phrases "what the hell?" and "what to try next?" all the time.
Who appreciates a real person afterall? Just for who they are? What do they inevitably want? Need? Require?
What is the catch?
It was late in the night when he realized that if it all changed it wouldn't only be his fault, his idea - that the processing wasn't just him anymore - that despite his natural instincts - she was taking responsibility too. Her mind had switched over and was tabulating and calculating at an almost indistinguishable buzz. She too, was on.
She accepted it. She accepted him.
And her capacity for the unconditional left him wondering if he could do that too.
The challenge alone made him electric.
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