A colorful celebration of life

Eularia leaned into him, peering up at him. And then, she very carefully patted his cheek. Where'd you go, just now? She inquired, tracing her thumb along the line of his jaw. You're suddenly a thousand miles away. An accusation, though her tone was more concerned than accusatory. Where had he gone? And why had he gone there? She frowned up at him, and kissed his chin. Don't like when you hide in your head. She reminded him, as if he needed to be reminded. She didn't try to circumvent any blocks on his mind out of respect; though she found herself wondering if they were still evenly matched on that front. 

Tell me what's on your mind. She insisted, as she faced forward again, snuggling against his front, holding a piece of bacon over her head, towards his mouth. And eat. An order.