["Unexpected" doesn't come close. Whelk is moved on, feels his body tense with anticipation, like she might smack him; she doesn't. She wraps her arms around him. He's limp, still, standing on stage with a spotlight shining.
[No. They're alone. There's no audience watching, whispering. It's only her.
[What is she doing? After all that, what is she doing?
[He doesn't pull back. He doesn't do anything. His arms hang uselessly at his sides, and he stares ahead, past her shoulder. They're the same height. His head thunks down against hers, heavy. Is that enough?
[He feels like he could sleep. Maybe if they just stayed like this a while...]
read this a second time and started crying
[No. They're alone. There's no audience watching, whispering. It's only her.
[What is she doing? After all that, what is she doing?
[He doesn't pull back. He doesn't do anything. His arms hang uselessly at his sides, and he stares ahead, past her shoulder. They're the same height. His head thunks down against hers, heavy. Is that enough?
[He feels like he could sleep. Maybe if they just stayed like this a while...]