My hand lifts to cover his, just a tiny gesture that I suddenly need to make. An acknowledgment that I'm okay, we're both okay, or at least as okay as we can be. Then I pull away, shifting back on the makeshift pallet in the dirt, knees drawn up to my chest and my chin resting on one knee. I'd give them privacy, I probably should, but I'm not sure I could make myself be alone right now.

So just pretending like I'm not listening'll have to do.