The fan was spinning just right and aimed at my face.
"Just one more time."
"Absolutely not, I wouldn't stomach it."
"Shut up."
He stood and looked around.
"Well, where is it?"
"I don't know, you were the last one to have it."
"Oh, it's under the couch."
"Idiot"
"Why do you make me play this with you?"
"Because nobody else will. Start."
"No. Let's go for a walk."
"Alright."
It was a hot summer. There wasn't much to do. We played board games and went to the park. Sometimes we just sat with the lights off. I'd say it was about time for a change in our lives.
"So, how are things?"
"Things are good," he said, checking for traffic to cross the street, "you?"
"Pretty good."
"I don't know why we even ask. Not much happens when we're not together. We know how things are."
"Yeah, but it makes for conversation"
"Yeah."
I could tell something was bothering him. He always wore those distant eyes when he was upset. I could tell even through his sunglasses.
We wandered throught the park in silence. Just walking with nowhere to go, nothing to do, and nothing to say. It wasn't until the swing sets that I said something.
"What's wrong?"
"What makes you think something is wrong?" He responded so casually.
I looked at him as if to say, do you think I'm stupid? He just stared back. Our eyes stayed locked for, it seemed, an eternity. He looked down at his feet.
"I don't want to talk about it." A few minutes passed in near silence.
"Alright." I agreed. After another couple minutes he smiled and looked up.
"Let's go back. I'll play you, best two out of three."