The silence wasn't awkward or uncomfortable. It was a bit of a relief that neither of them felt the urge to fill it with meaningless small talk like the mortals of this day and age seemed so obsessed with. Telling him about her life and her past would only bore them both to tears.
Chin resting in her palm, her elbow propped on the armrest of her chair, Rhea contented herself with watching Cronus. He seemed very focused when he sweetened his coffee - she didn't think she'd seen anything like that before but, to be fair, she didn't pay much attention to other people's coffee drinking habits or any of their other habits - and he cut off a small piece of cake with the same concentrated look.
The arch of his eyebrows, the small crease between them, the line of his nose, the curve of his mouth and the odd bend of his left ring finger were all reminders of how little had changed even when everything had changed. She wanted to reach out and touch him again to make sure he was really here with her. Instead she picked up her spoon and began to scoop up the milk foam that was sitting on top of her coffee.