In many cultures, being together doesn’t require constant exchange.
Silence isn’t read as absence.

People sit.
Hands stay busy.
Attention drifts without leaving.

There’s comfort in not needing to fill the space.
In letting quiet exist alongside company.

Nothing needs resolving.
Nothing needs progressing.

Shared quiet doesn’t announce itself as meaningful.
It becomes familiar through repetition.

You remember it later
as a feeling rather than a moment.