She sets her lips in a grim line.

I dare you to keep talking, they say.

He takes the hint and stops the flow of words, setting his hands in his lap. He studies them awkwardly, not knowing what else to do.

I wish she would listen, his pained eyes say. But she can't see them; they're hidden behind his fringe.

She sighs heavily and turns her body slightly away, sending a jolt of sharp pain to his heart.

"Okay then, talk later I guess", he says quietly.

When she doesn't respond or even show that she heard him, he stands and walks away, leaving her to her thoughts.

A/n: This is a really short chapter, but I am not sure what else to write. I might add more later.