87. Material
Philip and Trevor sit side-by-side on a bench in the park. Nature surrounds them — green grass, tall trees, chirping birds… the sun warms their skin from above. It’s a piece of calm nestled within a bustling city, seemingly hidden from the material world. The quiet makes Philip fidget. He’s never been good when left to his thoughts.
“It’s nice, isn’t it?” Trevor asks, closing his eyes and tilting his face toward the sun. “Getting away from everything for a little bit?”
Philip mimics Trevor, but his eyes catch the high-rises stretching above the trees. “It’s just a lie though.”
Trevor opens his eyes, noticing where Philip’s looking. “Maybe, but sometimes it’s nice to pretend that we’re not needed in all of that, and just be present and enjoy the moment.” He smiles at Philip with kind, understanding eyes.
Philip sighs. “That does sound nice.”
