Honestly, you shouldn’t care about a poor idiot with abandonment issues and a pathetic lack of love, but there you are, acting like you’re his friend. He doesn’t care about you, you don’t interest him at all, but you’re stubborn just because he offered you a few drinks once you saw him as if he were Jesus descending from heaven. You walk in like nothing, with beers, for some reason knowing exactly what he wanted, and he hadn’t even asked you for anything. He’s watching TV. You like that sight, where he just looks bitter, like a man sprawled on the couch.

Your stupid, childish voice snaps him out of it; he just takes the beer.

“You’re annoying sometimes,” he says, taking a long drink, giving you a quick once-over from head to.