His brow furrowed a bit. He tried to find the word.

"…Still." He tilted his face to be able to look at hers. "I don't know… Like I've stopped running for the first time since… Like I can just be here without fighting to be. You know?"

What was too much to put on someone—to let out at once? He found himself finish: "For the first time since Carida.

"…No. The second time." His hand moved, so slightly, spreading his fingers so his palm rested against her. "The first time was… the beach. With you."