They had always communicated through touches and actions.
(Feels like Sam.)
On the fire escape, sure, there had been words, but the real apology was in the kiss. Her words had meant a lot, but he hadn't really gotten what she was trying to communicate until their lips touched. And for those eight seconds, he understood her.
(I hate you.)
(Hate you too.)
In the courtyard, Sam could've spilled her guts about everything she felt for him, and he still would've been convinced that she was in love with Brad. Then she was kissing him and – oh, well duh.
(Carly sent you to find me?)
(Nope)
So really, Freddie shouldn't have been surprised when she interrupted his big, super romantic speech, absolutely sure that he was about to break her heart. He should've known that words wouldn't do the trick. So he kissed her, and it offered a much more in depth explanation of his feelings than he would ever have been able to verbalize.
(You mean that?)
Whether they were wrestling or kissing or trying to make amends, talking had never worked for them. They ended up saying things they didn't mean or not knowing what to say at all or just completely misunderstanding each other. They weren't good at talking, but they could communicate better than almost anyone when it really mattered.
(I still think of me and you as really close friends.)
(Obviously I haven't caused him enough emotional pain.)
They could glance at each other once, and it was as good as an entire conversation, they could kiss and understand each other perfectly. What good were words and thoughts when they could just feel one another instead?
(Just to get it over with?)