"We need to go, now!"
"No, we don't" I reply calmly. I sit down on the sofa and reach for the remote control.
I log-in to Netflix, select a random episode of Friends, and raise my feet, placing them on the coffee table in front of me. At this angle, I can actually see them, which is a novelty.
"How can you be so calm?" He asks, sitting down next to me, his fingers continuously running through his hair, causing it to stick up at odd angles.
I pat him on the shoulder awkwardly.
"Relax, there's plenty of time yet."
He looks at me like I'm crazy but doesn't comment further.
I smile and open the bag of chips I just swiped from the kitchen, placing one in my mouth and crunching it loudly.
"You're eating?"
"Yep,"
"Are you sure you don't want to go to the clinic?"
I sigh, pause my sh
