I have a habit of sometimes trying to put a bodily action, thought, or other such thing by the speaker in the same paragraph, something like:

Alex poured himself another cup of coffee and grinned at Matt. "Y'know, I really don't get what she sees in you."

"Gee. Thanks." Matt looked into the bottom of his cup. "Mind you, I don't get what she sees in you, either, so..."

At long last, the moon high in the sky now, Cody seemed to grow silent.
“Cody.”
Her voice barely a whisper, she touch his arm gently, trying to offer him sympathy. He turned his face away, and in the bright rays of moonlight she could see that his cheeks were covered with tears, wet as if he’d been out in the rain. She could hear the unevenness in his breathing. Gradually, he took something out of the pocket of his coat – a rolled up sheaf of paper, tied with a simple leather strip. Reaching behind him, he thrust it upon her.
“What is it?”
“Take it.”
She reached out and took it from him, and made to unroll it.
“Don’t. Just keep it. I don’t want it anymore. Those are my notes – the copies of the diagrams.”
Aja felt a chill run down her spine.
“You kept them?”
Cody nodded.
“Cody, tell me. You’ve had them all this time?”
He nodded again, silently.
“Have you read them?”
There was a pause, followed by another nod, smaller than the first.
Aja was unsure what to make of it, although if the priest Nelson had sent word that he did not think that Cody was in any danger and that, in fact, the Church, and she could scarcely believe it (but if it were not true, what of New Prudence?), had been responsible for the grave transgressions that had been alleged, she ought to put some faith in that. She yearned to believe it. Still, the analytical part of her mind could not simply let it go. Surely neither Nelson nor Frank had known that Cody had kept the manuscript, or that he’d read it in the meantime.
“Cody, you haven’t tried it yourself, have you?”
“Tried?”
“To build it.”
“No! I swear by the Goddess that I wouldn’t do such a thing.”
“But you know how?”
“No. Although they were enough to banish me from my home, those notes contain very little of the text from which they came, and even having had the original, a great many different texts would have been required to attempt to even understand such a task.”
Aja breathed slightly easier. She reached out and put a hand on his shoulder.
“Cody…”
She wanted to tell him that he wasn’t responsible, that it hadn’t been his fault, (...a whole bunch of continuous non-dialogue ensues from this point.)