If she notices anything out of place about his choice of words, she doesn’t pay any particular attention to it, she does become more relaxed, he can see that she’s not so worried about him reading it anymore, yet she still doesn’t move to give him the letter, and suddenly he doesn’t care if she does or not, he’s happy to just spend time with her, it doesn’t have to be about the letters, not with them, not anymore. So fixing a friendly smile on his face, he shoves aside the comment about how he feels about her, and speaks again ‘Shall we play a game of scrabble?’ ‘Sure.’ The smile that stretches across her face tells him he’s said the right thing, and they move back away from the window, each taking a seat on either end of the bed, using the space between them as a table, the letter pushed aside and forgotten for the time being. An hour later River is sat on the chair that Oliver usually sits on, her legs hanging over the side while she reads the book which he’d abandoned.
