(Though I'll probably fall asleep again here shortly.)
I brought leftovers up here to August's loft to leave in the fridge. I didn't see him today, figured he was busy so when I walked in and he turned the light on I just about screamed.
He jumped up and began to stack up photo albums quickly, as if being caught reminiscing is a crime or something. He must not have met the memory thief. He should. It helps.
August, I-
Hey. Thanks for bringing this over. I really appreciate it. He takes the food after sweeping the whole stack of albums under the coffee table and stands up as if we are casually discussing the weather.
How did the dentist go?
He winces. It wasn't the dentist. I needed a top-up of my own, Bridge.
The program?
Sort of. Seeing a guy I can talk to about stuff.
This is ironic. My therapist is seeing a therapist.
Hey, we're all human.
No. PJ's a robot.
True. He never stops, does he?
No, and he said if you want chocolate pie you'll have to come get it yourself.
August laughs. Like Jake. A great big loud guffaw with a grin that's so contagious you're stricken down midbreath. Noted. Want to stay for a bit? I'd like some company.
I would love to.
How long can I have you for?
I have no plans for tonight other than being here.
