Chloe and Marcus were speaking with friends near the doors.

Someone had found her a wrap for the journey.

He held it while she finished a sentence, then helped settle it over her shoulders without interrupting her.

I watched the little movement.

I had been asking him in my mind to take care of her all day.

There was no need to measure care only in large promises.

It existed there too, in waiting until she was ready and noticing what would make the next few minutes easier.

When they came to say goodbye, I hugged Marcus first.