Chapter 5

Jim ventured a few steps closer. “I wasn’t lying about wanting to be friends again, but I get that we can’t just pick up where we left off. A lot’s happened. But I don’t think we’re all that different, not deep down. Nobody ever knew me like you did. I’d like to think nobody knew you like I did, either.”

His shoulders hitched, but still, Ronnie didn’t speak.

“We don’t have to talk,” Jim said. “But I don’t want to leave.”

When Ronnie lifted his head, his eyes were bleak. “I’m not good company.”

“Neither am I.”

“Are you supposed to report to Mom on everything I say and do?”

Jim shook his head. “She just wants to think you’re going to be okay.” He paused. “Are you?”

“Seems like that’s a question I should be asking you.” But a glimmer of humor shone for the briefest of moments in his face before getting snuffed out. “No talking.”

“Okay. Can I sing?”

His joke prompted a small snort. He’d take it. “Only if you want me to kick you.”