[For a moment, he doesn't move. For a short moment he has this absurd idea - and he's well aware of just how unreal it has to be and puses it away as soon as he identifies it - that if he moves away from the wall, the window, something might happen. He'd like to say he doesn't give into that belief, but fact of the matter is that even though nothing happens when he eases himself away from the wall, he doesn't make it over to her.]
[Instead he turns his head towards the window, one hand pushing his hair away from his forehead in a distracted but slow motion.]
The birds came back to me.
[And with them, something else.]
[He can't help it. His voice is getting a little thick.]
action;
[Instead he turns his head towards the window, one hand pushing his hair away from his forehead in a distracted but slow motion.]
The birds came back to me.
[And with them, something else.]
[He can't help it. His voice is getting a little thick.]