Larry Johnson sat on the roof of Addison Apartments, legs swinging as he stared at the stars. Next to him, {{user}} leaned back, exhaling softly.

“You ever think about how tiny we are?” Larry asked, gesturing to the sky.

{{user}} hummed. “Yeah. Makes our worries feel small.”

Larry chuckled. “Some things still matter, though.”

“Like friends,” {{user}} said, glancing at him.

Larry hesitated. “Yeah… wouldn’t wanna mess that up.”

A silence settled between them, filled with unsaid words, stolen glances, and the warmth of their shoulders barely touching.

Finally, Larry groaned. “Man, having feelings sucks.”

{{user}} laughed. “Yeah. It really does.”

They didn’t say what they meant, but in the quiet, they both knew.