As if to comply, Travis pressed his lips together and shrugged, saying nothing. Maybe he did need to learn to keep his mouth shut sometimes. Talking came more naturally. Explaining himself, getting others to explain themselves, that was easier and more comfortable than any silence.
He wrapped his arms around her and smoothed a hand over her hair. It was always a relief descending the crest of a blowup. He never really knew what it was he did or said to calm her down. There was no textbook to refer to when he needed it. But whatever it was, he was always thankful for it.
“I think I can manage that,” he said quietly.
Travis nudged her brow gently with his shoulder. “Still want me to bury you in the sand?”