We ate the rest of it in silence, enjoying the feeling of the cold morning air and hot food in our bellies.
That's one of the things I always appreciated about him. He didn't insist on small talk. He was just perfectly happy to sit quietly in your company, if that's what the situation felt like. I asked him about that once, in fact, and he said that he always thought of small talk as "one of those needless constructs we all inflict on each other to reinforce the idea that we belong".
Excerpt from Commune
by Joshua Gayou