[He doesn't answer right away. If he does, he's going to snap out something he'll regret. And... he doesn't want that. They're all they have. Driving a wedge between them is the last thing he wants.]
[Instead, he stares out over the lake, studying it in the long silence that follows.]
no subject
[Instead, he stares out over the lake, studying it in the long silence that follows.]
...
Just do something.
Please.