they were a couple known for helping the grieving . she was better at the actual flow of compassion, but he was great if the bereaved needed help with electrical; they were ol' fashion that way.
they were open to adventure , but she would lie and withhold so that made it cheating . she knew it wasn't any fun unless someone was hurt. way she saw it. suffering was like energy, or is it matter, or both, and does it even? she'd always chalk it up to being part of the process — "chalk it up" she'd say, to whoever she was cueing to queue to cue. he , on the other hand, when he held all that power in his hand, always figured —safety first. somewhat diminishing, or dispersing, or however energy gets away while persisting.
perhaps ironically, they both lacked a certain spark in the bedroom.
