“It’s brought back lots of memories. Good ones and bad ones. Mostly good ones.” He squeezed Armand’s hand. “I just feel like all the work I’ve done to get over him has been utterly destroyed. A waste of time. And I’m back at square one.”
“I wish there was something I could say to make you feel better,” said Armand.
Ben squeezed his hand again. “You make me feel better by being here. You’re a good friend. I’m glad I met you.”
“I’m glad I met you, too.”
Silence followed before Ben, sounding a little more upbeat, spoke again. “Did you see anything while I was gone?”
“Anything?”
Ben pointed to the sky. “Anything up there?”
Armand laughed. “Ah, no. I didn’t actually come out to look.”
“You didn’t?” Ben sounded surprised.
“Afraid not. I stayed back at work and caught up on a few things, and by the time I got home, cooked dinner, and did the dishes, I was ready for bed.”