Now that he thought about it, Liberty hadn’t really allowed himself another human interaction aside from the one he was having with Naomi.
Because why would he? He had experienced all conversation types already.
The one where he got to play the patient friend. Or the scolding friend. Maybe including the gentle lover. Or even the rough one in the sheets.
The angry mother, and the protective father. Name it all. Liberty was able to play everything in terms of conversing with another human. So clearly, he doesn’t have any reason to do another one with another human. He has experienced enough as it is.
“Hey, man. Glad you came!”
Or not.
Liberty rolled his eyes. It was Friday night and Matthew, his self-proclaimed best friend, invited him for an unwinding session (aka drinking in a c
