We? Since when did occupying the same hallway turn into a 'we'? Kikyo didn't think it was really necessary to force any kind of dialog, especially since the other was just as reluctant to be sociable as he was.

He sighed as his palm came to rest upon Kougaiji's forehead. The youth's breathing was evening out, not so raspy or in pain as before.

Conversation was not John's forte, in Kikyo's opinion, and the less he had of it the better.

"What is there to talk about?" he finally said.