I wish you well. xo
In movies people say things like: Well, look who it is!
Red and I nodded when we saw each other, and I was almost immediately reminded of the things about him I didn’t care for: the semi-permanent smirk, as if he kept bemused ideas about me; the regal distance he maintained between us, like it was my role to approach him and never otherwise. This was going to be great. My improvised therapy was going to be with some self-entitled grump; my stomach got heavier the more I was reminded why I didn’t see him that often, even after the accident.
We man-hugged and I heard him let out a whimper, as if I’d put pressure on something unhealed. I backed away, tenderly, reminded of what he’d gone through, beginning to realize the extent of his injuries. Instead of taking me ins
