It bothered her. It bothered her that he kept a safe distance from her, evading any conversation that might make him involved, eluding her advances seeking his warmth. She did not know how to interpret his new patterns of behaviour. She could not ask him for a reason. She noticed how he kept her away from the events that filled his day and himself from hers. She often found herself reaching for his hand, his thoughts, him and being surround by blocks of ice. She realised how far away he seemed though he was only at her arm’s reach. She could only do what she was familiar with—to wait. Soon, she knew she’d become familiar with a new kind of silence that allows two people to exist in a relationship without locking horns.