Keanu has that same heart, but he holds his cards more closely to his chest. This is the first time since that day that she witnessed him in the midst of pure grief.
He'd chosen to stay silent on the topic of Jude's death, directing his focus into completing Speed. Reporters were heartless, though, each one trying to get that perfect soundbite, that moment when the newest action hero cracked. Keanu would shuffle his feet, tap his knees, compliment their shoes or point out the weather, anything but openly discuss the hole where his best friend used to reside.
*"All I can say is that I have never felt a thing like that before in my life," he'd admitted to one reporter he'd formed a friendship with over the years. "I was very sad, and something beyond sad."
With glistening eyes, she sways back and forth, still cradling him. He is trusting her right now in a way he never had before. So why can't I trust him?
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"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, United Flight 935 to Los Angeles will be boarding shortly."
The Paris trip was complete, followed with a few joint interviews in London. The chatter of thousands echoes against the metal, glass, and concrete in Heathrow Airport, interrupted every few minutes by the patterned tones of announcements. A loud, repetitive beeping noise from a golf cart carrying disabled passengers through the halls draws the attention of them both. His hand falls lightly on her arm, coaxing her out of its path and closer to him.
"We will begin boarding rows 71-85 at this time."
Sandra extends the handle of her carry-on bag and double checks her passport and ticket. The sharp click of heels punctuates the silence between them, alerting them to a group of flight attendants passing by on their way to their gate.
"I guess it's time to line up," she mumbles, brushing her hair behind her ears.
He reaches for her hand and kisses her fingertips, her gold and gemstone bracelets sliding down her wrist with a clink.
She tries to ignore the sudden itchy sensation on her neck as she scans the airport for onlookers.
"What time will you land?"
This is where they will part, with him remaining in London for some solo promotional interviews, followed by a quick trip to Germany for a couple more. Meanwhile, she is returning to Los Angeles to prepare for her next project.
She reiterates her advice for him to keep up the allure as the newest hot and single Hollywood star.
He scoffs at the label and asks if that means he should cancel his appointment to tattoo her name on his bicep.
"I'm serious, Keanu," she persists when he asks her why she is in such a rush to put all kinds of rules in place. She reminds him that she's just gotten out of a relationship.
He reminds her that she is the only one bothered by that.
"You gotta relax, Sandy. Quit worrying about what 'they' think," he replies after she repeats her warnings. "I like you."
"Yeah, I'm pretty cool," she snickers.
And I think," he continues, his slow, easy breaths unfazed by her jokes, "that you like me."
She frantically scratches her neck, her face, her lips, remarking that she must be dehydrated.
Or something.
"Ladies and gentlemen, this is your final boarding call for United Flight 935 to Los Angeles. If you haven't done so already, please make your way to the gate."
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