We lay like that for some time, with my head in his lap and his back against the tree, the both of us drowsy on the blanket spread over the rolling grass, remnants of our luncheon still littered across it.

Had someone happened upon us, I am certain that they would have remarked with puzzlement or scorn how companionable we were, his fingers in my hair and the sound of his soft humming on the breeze. And we were companionable, and more, and I was quite content to share the moment with him alone, and explain myself to no other.