The late afternoon sun poured golden light across the quiet path, casting long shadows that danced with every step they took. Dry leaves crackled beneath their shoes as they walked slowly, the world hushed around them. The bike rolled beside Billy, its wheels turning lazily, guided by his hand on the handle.
Neither of them rushed. There was no reason to.
Artur walked close, their arms brushing now and then. Every so often, he'd glance sideways—not to speak, just to look. Billy didn't say anything either, but he felt it too. That silence wasn't empty. It was full of something quiet and warm.
Billy nudged him gently with his elbow. "You okay?"
Artur hummed in response, then nodded. "Yeah. Just... a little full in the chest, you know?"
"I know," Billy said, voice soft. "But not heavy?"
Artur glanced up at the sky before answering. "No. Not heavy."
