*as she speaks, he gently pulls her closer so she can lean on his shoulder, and he can lean on hers* You're right...she had grace. It wasn't a haughty grace or a distant grace like some people tend to have. It was...a kind grace... It-- it came from within. *he sighs and his voice drops to a whisper* Oh, she was so special like that.

*after another sigh, he clears his throat and sniffs* There are many things you realize after the fact. That always seems to be the case. You watch pieces of your life in your head like a filmstrip -- sometimes skipping frames to get to a better part, sometimes replaying one scene over and over. Sometimes remembering details that you'd overlooked. Details about others...details about yourself.