Bokelskere.no

Viggo’s mouth kicks up at the corner; another smile. Our gazes hold. Viggo’s dips down to my mouth, then darts away, fastened on the horizon again. “I’m not normally quiet, no. But I am in the morning.”
“Why?” I find myself asking before I can stop myself.
Viggo shrugs, gaze pinned on the growing dawn. “Just seems unnecessary to talk while I’m watching the world wake up. Feels like something that deserves a little reverence.” He sips his coffee. “Even I can shut my mouth for that.”