Quiet was never really quiet anymore, although it was better here than in the other buildings. Still, Mildmay was here, and what he didn't say was perhaps even louder than his words.

Until that question, and possible answers took over. Thank you and I'm sorry and I love you. He swallowed, then answered with the simplest one, "Thank you. Tell her thank you." Simplest, at least on the surface. But it contained so much more.