"And longer still before it actually happens," Sonia says absently, her face half-buried in her knees. She's quiet a moment. "I don't think it's grandiose. I want there to be someone, too."

She tilts her head enough to look at him, her cheek resting against one knee. Her eyes are soft, only a little glazed, tear tracks still smeared under her eyes. "You are that someone. To me."