Much like every other man that she'd ever known, Augustus was led to the kitchen by his nose just in time for the first meal of the day to be completed. He gleefully sat down at the table following her instructions. The moment she laid the plate in front of him, his hand reached out to cover hers. A wealth of emotions neither of them could express out loud passed between them when their eyes met. Nothing beyond the feel of his body snuggled up behind hers or her head resting on his chest had transpired between them since she arrived. Not only his injuries were preventing the escalation of any physical activities they were both desiring. Something else, some kind of barrier still stood between them. Maybe it was the futility of it all. They could spend weeks, months, even years together pretending like they were happy before the proverbial sword came crushing down between them again.