“I used to have them,” I said simply.
We sat in silence, staring straight ahead at the blank TV screen. I knew he was waiting for me to speak up and fill the gap with answers. But I was comfortable with uncomfortable silences.
“Anyone ever tell you you talk too much?” he teased.
I smiled. “Where did Nash come from?”
“Silence and a subject change,” he observed.
I reached over and flipped the bag of broccoli. “Humor me.”