Drunken Conversations Vol. I
Nothing was said for a few seconds. We sat there comfortably, in silence, in darkness.
And out of nowhere, he said it.
I wish I could remember for the sake of the story if I was already looking at him, if I was leaning my head on his shoulder, if he was already looking at me quietly but complacently. Thoughtfully.
But I can’t remember, and I guess that’s what this new series of blog posts is all about.
His question took me off guard. I never expected him to address what we were doing, or initiate a conversation about it. I never expected to ever talk about it with him. Not really.
But he said it, and I looked at him, unable to really give him an answer, not because I was in shock (partially) that he brought it up, but because I really didn’t know what would happen.
“This is going to end badly, isn’t it?”