"It's hard, isn't it?" She gives him a sympathetic look when he says it. "Saying it."
Sometimes he wishes he could dissipate his form to escape conversations. Ones that are heavy. One that are sad. Ones that make him feel.
But he cannot, so he nods.
She grabs his hands and taps three times. He is visibly confused, so she does it again, this time punctuating a word with each tap, "I. Love. You."
He considers this and turns his head to fix his eyes on the TV again.
She looks dismayed out of the corner of his eye, and he can't bear it. So he moves his hand to her thigh, and taps three times.
Connie smiles at him, and it makes him feel like he has a heart beating in his empty chest.
He begins to tap her every day.
He taps her when she arrives and hugs them both.
He taps her when he passes by her on the way to the kitchen.
He taps her when she sleeps, and she taps him back half unconscious.
It's easier now, so he tells her he loves her constantly.
And her smile is always the same.
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