They both thought the clouds would clear. She wanted to wait it out, wanted to let things fix themselves. But time doesn’t always move in a linear pattern, sometimes it jumps from here to there taking pieces with it, and leaving others behind. It’s not always that easy to think about. He wanted to intervene, take it all into his own hands and manipulate the outcome. The most they could hope for was a middle ground but that too seemed to be shifting. Every ideal and expectation was altered so there was no clear to think about it. No way through it, no way around it.