Chapter Eight: Coupling

“It’s not even so much that I can’t do it because I’m in the kitchen the whole time. I’m just really worried about whether or not I’m going to be able to separate myself from that aspect of it during the party.”

Aiden sat on the floor in her living room, flipping through the muted tv. Casse had gotten a couch, but it was more firm than he liked, plus, the floor had good memories. He sat with his feet stretched out, crossed at the ankles and waited for her to take a breath. He interjected a supportive sound whenever she got quiet.

She was venting and he knew now not to interrupt. There wasn’t a solution so he didn’t need to try to find one, he just needed to be there and provide a sounding board.

Listening with one ear though, he had already heard something he didn’t like. He flipped the tv off.