Worrying means family (1)

They were sitting on the sofa, Neven leaned back and comfortable while Vera was in his arms, sighing every time his hand moved on her. He was rubbing her back as if she was a cat, with long and paced caresses but, since she was supposed to be the one comforting him, she dared say nothing.

They were sipping red wine and eating some salty pastries that appeared out of nowhere, getting some comfort from each other and exchanging a few words.

«So, your father is very stern,» said Vera at some point. «I guess it's normal you two don't agree too easily.»

«It is, but this time is worse than before. I would give up, sometimes, just for the peace. But not now.»

Vera tilted her head, feeling a shiver across her back. As if his feelings had passed to her through his words.

«You don't need to give up every time, even if it's your father,» she said. «But ask yourself whether it's worth it.»