As best friends, we had been close for years now. As we sit on my couch, watching the tv in silence as we share a cigarette, Wayne yells out in the background.

“I’m goin’ t’ work, don’t tear up the place!” He remarks as he closes the door behind him. “See ya!” I respond.

I let out a weak chuckle as I take a drag from the cigarette, my hand absentmindedly stroking your leg that’s draped over my lap.