_What most people mean when they say, “So-and-so never grew up,” is, “So-and-so never learned to follow directions.” Lying is a habit. Most people look at you as if trying to figure out something. Whether or not you can be trusted? Or just all their own, individual wonderings? Hoping to see themselves reflected in you? Or dreading to?_ HIM: That's absolutely complete bullshit. ME: What is? HIM: Whatever you just said. ME: Once again, I didn't say anything! Jesus! _In the smudgy space above the fire, a bluish glob of light, a fine mist falling from the arcane breezes of spring._ HIM: Hey! I remember that! ME: What? You remember what? Jesus? HIM: _[as if seeing ME for the first time in a long time]_ This is getting boring. ME: So let's do something else. HIM: Fine. _They do. For a little while, at least._