Staring
He's staring again. He's been staring for the past five minutes, straight out the window. Looking for… something she's not quite sure of. She imagines it has something to do with recent events and inwardly, she wishes he'd speak something aloud at this moment. But as one who knows him better than most, she realizes he needs some time alone.
Nonetheless when he's ready to talk she'll be there. She'll be there to listen, to offer advice, or just to simply let him know he can depend on her when he needs to. That's what best friends are for after all. At least, that's how the saying goes.