“That metaphor is not helping you.”
“My point is that I chose it.”
“I know.”
“And we could make that choice again.”
“We could also wait for the complete results.”
“That is offensively sensible.”
“It is four days.”
“An eternity.”
I slid the meatloaf into the oven.
Noah dropped the last potato into the pot.
“Perhaps we could watch something.”
“A film?”
“Something informative.”
I looked at him.
He looked back.
“Pornography?” I asked.
His cheeks reddened, but he held my gaze.
“I haven’t watched any since the accident.”
“You said you intended to.”
“I forgot.”
“Remarkable.”
“I’m curious what exists now.”
“The central concepts remain unchanged.”
“Technology evolves.”
“That sentence makes me uneasy.”
He washed his hands.
“Would you watch with me?”
The vulnerability beneath the question changed its meaning.
“Yes.”
He came up behind me and kissed my shoulder.
