He slipped her a silent acknowledgement from under his eyebrows. There he was, across the room but somehow a million miles away. She stroked her arm to let him know she knew. She knew his intentions, just as he knew hers.
It wasn't love they were after that night. It was a warm body against their own that they craved. Someone to hold in their deepest regrets and oldest fears. Someone to kiss the fresh wounds, and to hide the loneliness for but a few hours.
They shared their pain in silence, and let their emotions flow from their bodies onto the sheets. They became one for a night, and that's all they needed.
For now.