Both men were silent. Silver bent over his knees to work his elbows over the stained jean and spread his fingers down under his eyes, wiping away tears and blinking until he could see again. Both men knew this kind of abandonment and the anger that followed, and it echoed into chasms neither knew they still had. It was a unique suffering and not one that was alleviated by the shared experience, so again neither one tried to speak of it. For once Tony say nothing as Silver sat still and tried again to find a united idea for his mind to focus on, even if the idea was something like a leaf falling, or a flower floating. Some things did not go away.