*listens to you and can think only but you knew and you still...?* *doesn't have any room to talk, of course, but he thought you were a helluva lot... well... smarter than (him) that*
*softly, absorbed in the hundred questions that've sprung to mind—things he can't and won't ask you, not now* I know you're happy for them, babe. *faint smile* It's like with family. They're yours, even when you're pissed at them or whatever. I know how that is.