Edi shrugged, lifting the strap of his laptop bag to better position it on his shoulder. “You hardly ever speak of him. It’s difficult to convince myself everything is okay when you are so evasive.”
I had been careful whenever I talked about Damien. I didn’t want Edi knowing too many details. Not about my arrangement with him, or our problems. It was hard to explain all that without going into the root of our issues: I was still in love with someone else. Had Edi been a less interested friend, I could have brushed it off. But he’d ask a million questions and my only option would have been to lie to him, which I refused to do. So I kept details to a minimum.
“Haven’t been in many relationships. I don’t think I even know what to say.” Half-lie, still better.
Edi chuckled and bumped his sh
