There were a lot of things that could be said. Many of which probably should be said, at some point, none of which would do anything to help the awkward silence growing. Which was, honestly, faintly ridiculous.
The hand on Arla's shoulder moved, brushing her hair back as David reclaimed his smile, amusement in his eyes pushing back whatever else might want to surface. "I think I was wondering when that would happen," he said, voice soft and low.