"Hi." Normally Tino greeted her with a hug and a kiss, sometimes a playful grab of the ass. But lately, none of that had gone on. They'd been-- or at least Tino had-- casting their eyes downward when passing each other in the hallways. There were conversations, but only shallow ones about the boys. Tino had opted to sleep on the sofa, even though he was still standing strong behind his notion that he had done nothing wrong.
This was going to be the first real thing they'd said to each other since that was said. That which they don't speak of. "How was work?" Should he just jump into it? Past practice would say that it was a poor idea.