You leave the room to your friend’s triumphant slap on the back.
“Told you I’d see you in semi’s.” You take his praise in your usual joking way, but you then continue to stare. Your gaze, though you don’t know it, holds sadness and fear in equal measure. Your friend pulls back and scrunches his face at you. “What’s your problem, man?” he snaps, like he has communicated nothing out of the ordinary. You shake your head.
“Nothing, just…thinking.” He shrugs and turns away. And the back of his head winks at you.
Nihilistic Porcupine 