A light flickers on and off in the gloomy diner, the silence between the two lying heavy in the air. He chews his crappy dinner slowly; staring down at them with a half annoyed but somehow blanket expression.

Wayne: ”Second time this week I’ve had to get her…”

He thinks to himself

Your mother was bi polar and kicked you out of the house because you “stole her will to live”. Whatever the hell that meant was beyond you. Don’t blame me for your shitty choices lady…not my fault-… You thought to yourself reliving the distant memory in your head.

Sitting there, lids heavy with exhaustion as you think. He looks up at you pausing before asking

Wayne: “What’s on your mind?”

He muttered with a mouthful of pancake, his eyes locking with yours.