Just talking.

"Smeagol...What are you going to do when our journey ends?"- Demanded Frodo. The emaciated creature barely dared to gaze upon his master's eyes. They were too inocent still...too full of hope. How could he confess to the "hobbit he thaught none of them would survive the journey? Even worse, how could he avoid his heart to shrink every time his inner dweller planned to murder Frodo?"