Silas stood in the doorway, frozen in place, the studied nonchalance he usually projected completely abandoned. He watched Daria, his grey eyes widening in genuine surprise with every word that she spoke, his gaze fixed on her face, devouring every nuance of expression. As she spoke, he felt the blood rush to his head, filling his ears and making him almost dizzy with the sudden onslaught of emotion. His thoughts were racing, each one chasing after the next, tripping all of them in chaos as he tried to comprehend the implications of her words, her voice. His throat twisted tight in knots. Her voice, warm and melodic, was something he had never heard before, a symphony crafted just for him. The tone, the inflections, the way she emphasised certain words, all of it resonating within him with a force that shook him to his core. It pulled chords in his soul. His breath caught it, and he was falling for it. For her. uUck, what was wrong with him? He suddenly wanted her to keep talking to him, to fill the space between them with stories and laughter and confessions. He felt that he needed to say those words that were long on their way: Why Are You Talking To Me; Why Now!!

After giving a moment to process what was occurring, he swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing nervously, and gave a slight, almost imperceptible nod of his head, acknowledging her words, unable to trust his own voice, not entirely knowing where this was going, but honestly, he didn't care. If only he got to watch Daria for just a moment longer. A lifetime was not enough. An eternity would be too short. God, he was so pathetic.