During a commercial, Ronnie drank down the last of his soda and set the can on the arm of the sofa, then pressed down on it until it crushed beneath the weight of his palm. Court glanced up, saw the contemplative look on his friend’s face, and leaned back over the laptop again. “What’re you thinking?”
He didn’t expect much of an answer. Sometimes when Court asked Ronnie what was on his mind, the reply was a bemused grunt, nothing much. Or he’d come up with something like, “Let’s order in Chinese for dinner,” or “Let’s go see that new Bruce Willis movie tonight. What’s it called again?”
When he said something along these lines, Court knew he meant just the two of them—if Court asked about inviting the girls, Ronnie would shrug and say Melissa had a class, or they wouldn’t really like that film. Which told Court their relationship was still foremost in Ronnie’s life. They were together 24/7. Sometimes the girls tagged along. Sometimes they didn’t.