They managed to talk for far longer than Flynn would have thought possible. He also didn’t think it was possible that he could enjoy their conversation so much in his state of agitated need. But they covered everything from how much Seattle had grown in the past few years, to their favorite horror movies—Flynn’s was The Omen and Mac’s Rosemary’s Baby, and both of them chose The Exorcist as a close second, cementing a bond in their passion for religiously themed horror—to why dogs were better than people.
Mac did most of the talking, and when they at last fell silent, it was comfortable. Now that it was dark, the air around them was cool. The breeze off Green Lake was bracing but not too cold. The traffic on Green Lake Way had slowed a lot, and Flynn pulled out his phone to see what time i
