Drew’s mom had (finally) let him out of the house so he could do some grocery shopping for her (the suck-up). He picked me up on the way so I could do mine as well. After we had finished, he idled by my house for a second before cutting the engine.
Drew: Do you want to go for a short walk?
Me: Sure.
He had a funny look in his eye, I couldn’t quite put my finger on what it was about it that bothered me. We walked a little ways down the sidewalk.
Him: Are you sleeping ok?
I was surprised at the question. Me: Yeah, I’m sleeping great. Fantastic, actually. You’ve no idea how good it feels to finally have everything resolved with my dad.
He gave a half-hearted smile. Him: That’s good.
Me: Why?
Him: Because… I’m not. It’s probably just me being silly though. It’s nothing really.
His face broke out into a grin. Me: I’m just turning into a superstitious old hen, that’s all.
I laughed. Me: Nightmares?
He shook his head. Him: The worst.
Me: What happens?
He looked away. Him: Oh, it’s nothing really…