She starts off, and after slipping on his sunglasses, he follows, catching up with an easy stride.
The silence is heavy, but not uncomfortable to him. Hopefully she feels the same way.
She sort of answers his thoughts when he feels her fingers touch his. Without turning his head or taking his shaded eyes off the horse up ahead, he grasps her hand. Holding on.
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The silence is heavy, but not uncomfortable to him. Hopefully she feels the same way.
She sort of answers his thoughts when he feels her fingers touch his. Without turning his head or taking his shaded eyes off the horse up ahead, he grasps her hand. Holding on.