Subtlety always eluded him. And while she pondered over the mundane, gritty details, he was content with the larger picture. The larger picture, where it was easy to gloss over the finer, subtle intricacies or the clinical approach, where every word had a singular meaning. She couldn’t decide which was worse.
It was almost, always an issue of semantics between them. She meant something, which he misinterpreted, vice-versa. She wanted to highlight a subtle difference; he didn’t care much for it. He was upset she didn’t care for his lack of concern; she chose not to bother.
But there was also an unspoken understanding between them. Most days they agreed to overlook these minor chinks in the relationship. Other days, they gave each other the silent treatment, each hoping that the other would crack sooner.
It was not a game of one-upmanship. They just failed to see eye-to-eye on most things, a fact, which they further disagreed on.