"Yeah, I know." For a while he hadn't been sure. He's used to assuming that everyone else finds words much easier than he does, and maybe they do, a lot of them, and her especially - she always seems to know what needs to be said, even if he's bad at hearing it for one reason or another. But with some things... Yes, they're just too big for the words.

So they can be in this together, just like they've always been since this first began - figuring it out together. Fumbling through it. So far that's worked pretty well. So far it's almost been like a kind of harmony, albeit a strange one.

Their kind of harmony.

"Wouldn't want 'em to be," he muses, in a fit of abstract thinking. "Wouldn't want it to be that small."