“But you can at least have conversations, right? You’re really going through life with the minimal contact necessarily?“ he asked. He kept to himself a lot, but not having friends? That was impossible to imagine.
“Only when I have no other choice. It may sound crazy, but I guess I’m just fucking nuts, and off my meds. But that’s a me problem.” He would probably think she was being sarcastic. She would let him think that.
“Well, then I’ll keep you with your problems,“ he said and lay down. He grabbed the bar and started pressing the weight.










