Bloviate; To discourse at length in a pompous or boastful manner.
He talked, a lot, we all did.
Far away from home amongst strangers you could be a blank canvas.
That part of you, the little secret shameful part, which was still an awkward kid desperate for attention and approval.
I didn't especially like that part of him. Any more than I liked how he tried to hide it by waxing lyrical.
But eventually some how, that façade got chipped away.
I saw his vulnerability, a reflection of my own self.
It didn't make me love him, or anything cliché, but we understood.
That's all we wanted, needed
To be understood.