She hesitated, trying to figure out how to phrase it without sounding coy. "I'm alright," she allowed. "But I... I don't know. I wake up each morning and think about how lucky I am to be with you."
He was quiet for a moment. "We're both lucky, because we managed to find each other. And we're perfect for each other."
"Well, you could still talk. Tom's there, no? I know first hand that our dog appreciates a good conversation."
"Trust me. I spoke to virtually no one during our separation except for that dog. He's a very good listener to crazy people."
