Friend?

In Aja's bedroom, she and Taira were sitting crosslegged on her bed and staring at each other without saying a word. 

Well, Aja was staring. 

Taira's focus was on his sketchbook in his lap- where he was drawing a scene of his home explicitly from memory. 

"Are we actually going to converse today?" she finally asked. 

Taira briefly looked up from his sketchbook and a bit of a surprised light showed in his eyes. 

Aja finally realized that Taira hadn't actually recognized he hadn't said anything. 

He had done something similar to this yesterday too. 

He simply sat on her ceiling and stared at her for hours before he suddenly left at one point; likely because he sensed his wives were looking for him. 

Were she still capable of laughter, she would have found this all to be terribly amusing. 

"How does someone with five wives have such difficulty maintaining or initiating conversation?"