She Says Baby, He Says Nothing

Something's cooking. Pots and pans are being rearranged. She laughs. She calls him baby. She calls him honey. He says nothing. He doesn't have to. She's the one with the need. As something is frying there is laughter. There is chat about little things. Things that don't mean much. Meaningless things that create a path they can dance around on to avoid the thing they don't talk about. The thing that is the reason why she is overcompensating with sweet words that are not reciprocated. Hesitation hangs in the air. She's not even sure what she wants back. She's not sure if what she is giving is genuine. 'Cause she is not sure what she capable of. It smells sweet, like pancakes. Plates are put on the table. The clinking sound of cutlery. She asks him how much he wants. He says double. He doesn't say much more. She asks him a question. Follows it up with another honey. He answers only what is expected.