They interrupted the fight to go out to the party, because they’d promised, because they’d be missed, looked for, found and questioned. They stood together but spoke separately to separate friends, never to each other. He fetched her a new hot cider when it was time, because it was expected.
Eventually the night and the friends and the cider softened them, and they caught each other’s eye, and then stood a little closer, and brushed hands. Eventually there were smiles, and gentle words, and apologies.
They left the party to go home, holding hands, not at all from being tired.
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