He stood in the kitchen looking at the fridge door. "Don't." Was all his whispered to himself as he pulled open the door and pulled out two beers. Then he closed the fridge, staring at the polaroid that was pinned there, which was what he'd been talking to before. He pulled it off the fridge and stuffed it in his pocket.
He knocked open the beers as an afterthought as he sat down. Offering one of the beers to her.
"Sorry about... well everything and thanks for coming over. How've you been?" He was trying to make small talk. He was pretty crap at it and just came across as slightly awkward even for him.