[Vinnie nodded, unable to think of anything to really contribute to the notion. He was headed to his usual spot on the tulip-staring bench anyway. With a gesture for her to follow, he continued on the path, feeling too conflicted to say a word on en route.

It was true they needed to talk - to thoroughly talk. But it just felt safer to say nothing at all. Every word that came out of his mouth these days seemed to just screw things up more. He felt trapped.

So, Vinnie plopped himself down on the bench, staring glumly at the snow and flowers.]

So...