He doesn't feel much like spoiling the atmosphere with mindless jabber. Shocker, yes. That's his literal job, there was no spare air when you had a half-decent DJ on the mike. He could have tried telling her stories or just pulling out sketches he'd used in the past, show off some of those vocal gymnastics and all the best characters he'd ever whipped up.

It simply wasn't the moment for it. It was a moment for silent grips and long drags on a shrinking smoke. It was watching the sky for bad clouds, it was studying the hustle and the bustle of the street. It was simply existing in each other's presence.

She stirs.

He looks to her, to her hands. She's working the fingers crooked and then straight. The twitching is smoothing out.

Richie breaks into a wide grin. Aw hell, a little voicing never hurt nobody.

"Laaahrd Awwmighty, it's a miracle! Puh-raise to Jaysus! Call the papers, Miss Teej's fingers ahr stretching and flexing like the wings of angels!"