They had nothing to say to each other. Nothing at all. In fact, the mere idea of talking to each other, even if it were simply to say that they had nothing to say to each other, was so appalling, that each of them scoffed at it.

She was sturdy – she had morals and grounds, and she knew what she wanted, when she wanted it, and exactly how she would be getting it. He was exciting. He never breathed an uninteresting breath and everything he did was an adventure, lists and organization were a joke to him.

But even with their differences…they had never wanted this. Silence...so much silence, always, always silence. Because they had nothing to say to each other.

Actually, they had everything to say to each other. Beginning with exactly how much they loved each other, and how this fight was stupid and all they wanted was to be cuddled up on that couch together with a whole new reason to be silent. But things like that aren't easy to say. Particularly when you're not on speaking terms, for reasons you don't even remember anymore, but you're pretty sure were probably good ones at the time.

She threw in the towel, just as she knew she would, and turned to him, opening her mouth.

"I'm sorry." They both blurted out simultaneously. He cracked a grin and she even broke her composure for a moment as they leaned forward and kissed softly.

They had nothing they needed to say to each other.