[He lets the silence hang in the air between them for a few long minutes, watching the little eddies in the water, the way minute particles swirl around with the current, the way fish swim. There's a lot to look at, in the ocean; there's something about watching it move that's kind of soothing in its difficulty to predict.
After three minutes of silence, he ventures to speak, voice low as he glances sideways to her.]
It's fine if you don't want to talk... do you mind if I do?
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After three minutes of silence, he ventures to speak, voice low as he glances sideways to her.]
It's fine if you don't want to talk... do you mind if I do?