Danny had very little trouble coming up with something to say. Most of the time, his rants weren’t planned, but they would almost always be aimed at the same person.
Steve was the opposite. Mr. Tall-Dark-and-Stoic only talked when he had something to say. He could say more with his face than with actual words.
For the first time in both their lives, they were at a true loss for words. They both knew what they wanted to say, but they couldn’t find the words.
“At the same time.”
“One, two, three…”
“I love you!”