so far he 's been an emotional iceberg , two-thirds hidden beneath the surface , listening more than he talks , asking more than he answers . taking her by the elbow , he led her to the leather sofa . a ton of photos of the vehicles and soldiers were taken by everyone . long hours passed before he was able to sleep . and she turned and headed back home . it was already open and filling a wine glass . peter gives me a look that says he thinks i 'm a flake and turns away . 