Talon cupped Alice's cheeks gently, his touch tender and caring.
He regarded her as more than just a friend; she had always meant more to him, especially since their friendship had spanned so many years.
Alice had been the one who opened a new path in his life, showing him possibilities he never imagined.
"Alice," Talon said softly, "you can tell me anything. You've always been such a strong woman in my eyes."
Alice opened her eyes slowly, meeting his gaze.
She reached up, gently taking his hand and lowering it from her face. Her expression was a mix of emotions as she looked down.
"Do you miss your father?" Talon asked.
He knew her father was the only family she had left, and he suspected that this was what weighed on her mind.
"Do you think it's strange if I miss him?" Alice responded. "You know, I was always arguing with my dad."
"Of course not," Talon replied with a gentle smile.