Once again, time passed without a word spoken between them. She did her best to help him as they moved to the couch, finally sinking onto it with him. Her nails dug into his shoulders as she continued to cry, and after what felt like an eternity, she stopped.
Wiping her eyes for what felt like the millionth time, she looked up at him with a fragile expression. It wasn't a smile, but it wasn't a frown. It was the ground between them, and simultaneously nothing at all. "Did you really not get any of my letters?" she finally asked, sniffling.