He follows her unspoken direction quietly, though he sits cross-legged slightly in front of the bench, as opposed to actually sitting on top of it.

He watches calmly and without complaint from behind her, seeming relaxed and content to wait there for as long as she needed. It was an impressive display, no doubt, but though he was contemplating the spectacle, his thoughts were elsewhere, all concentrated on her and her feelings. On what had happened between them.

He remains still and quiet as she slowly retreats from the field, the wind gently tugging at his hair. His eyes have recently closed, though he remains very aware of her. He waits for her to broach the topics that need discussion, so as not to push her.