Not very maudlin
Ricky went to a swim party last night and Ron stayed home while Steve and I cooked dinner over a campfire at the River. Around 8:30, Steve called Ron. All was fine and as Steve was hanging up, he turned to me and said, "Well, no maudlin good-byes from that son."
The phone immediately rang. It was Ron, who had heard Steve speak as he hung up and wondered if he missed anything. Steve looked at me with a glimmer in his eyes, "I just said that I love you."
"Oh. Good-bye then," was Ron's unmaudlin response.