To not run away (dnf)

"In your eyes, are the clouds flying?"

Georgie scrunches his nose, "No?" He laughs a little. "The air is dense beneath it. so they're just floating until they come down."

I huff, "come look," and I get up from the tree. I motion with my hand for him to come. he tilts his head to the side, and he gets up.

I heat footsteps beside me. I point up towards the sky. "See?"

Georgie looks curiously. "I see the clouds."

"They're flying." I thought that I would hear some more laughter, yet I was mistaken. there was silence. I could hear the thinking, and the cogs being turned. I could hear his breathing. "I guess they are."

"Yeah," I laugh. I look over and he was smiling. sight sweeping on the sky. He's relaxing. peaceful.