The silence has a specific texture
You ask him what's wrong. He says nothing. You ask again, softer this time, maybe touching his arm. He says he doesn't know. And the thing is, you eventually believe him. That's what makes this particular kind of relationship so disorienting. You are not dealing with a man who is withholding. You are dealing with a man who reaches inside himself for words and finds only weather. A vague pressure. A heaviness with no address.
