Quiet is its own language, said Cam. A secret language of pauses and contradictions. He said it was an arrogant language, codified especially to throw the listener off balance. It took place in the head, and couldn’t be properly translated. “So fucking knock it off.”
“I don’t know why it bothers you,” said Lil. “It’s just me.”
“Because it’s not a shared language. It’s selfish.”
But it’s just me, she said, but he was still talking.