They both sit in their respective silence; or stubbornness. Whichever word is deemed appropriate for the time being.
Tension fills the room thick enough to suffocate the masses.
Both of them want to speak, but neither of them want to lose.
It’s one battle amongst many.
Many battles combined to forge one war.
They only truly commit to three words a day; she starts, he finishes.
And the silent stubbornness continues.