A/N: Random drabblery. It just happened, okay?


He pretends he hasn't been exiled from his wife for the last ten years. She pretends her husband hasn't been in a coma for the last seven.

They pretend they aren't two of the loneliest people in the world.

She laughs over her Starbucks frappaccino. He smiles over his diner black.

If their eyes linger too long on each other's hands, eyes, and mouths, neither admits it. If his hand brushes her shoulder when he helps her out of her chair, neither comments. If they dance too close, too slow, and too long and wish this world wasn't pretend...

Well.