They didn’t know how long they stayed there like that. When their breathing finally slowed and calmed, they took one last deep, shuddering breath and looked up.
The old man was still there, humming a tune now as he whittled at something with a knife. Ambrose sighed. They didn’t know what they expected. But then, they supposed they ought to be grateful--- no, they were grateful. He was courteous enough to pretend he hadn’t seen, and even the illusion of privacy was better than nothing.