[It's maybe more of a testament of how well he knows her, that he can sit there and wait for her to say something and not feel any panic. Because he knows that she's prone to silences, that she needs time to collect her thoughts sometimes and he'd pretty much wait forever for her if he had to.
When she speaks, he smiles back at her, the same kind of smile that's fleeting, blink and it's gone.]
this ride hurts i want off
When she speaks, he smiles back at her, the same kind of smile that's fleeting, blink and it's gone.]
Maybe it's fate.