I’m sorry. [Bites cheek]
This was a bad idea.
For what? [Looks around as though help might be at hand]
We both know what I’m sorry about.
For making you uncomfortable.
No one actually wants to hear this.
It’s okay. [Shifts nervously in seat]
You wish I’d picked anyone else to confide in.
I just needed to tell someone. [Looks down at clenched hands]
Because even the lost have a last resort.
Yeah, I’m glad you did. [Latent panic in the eyes]
You don’t know what to do with me.
You don’t have to do anything. I wouldn’t expect that.
I wouldn’t expect anything.
Are-are you okay?
Because what else can you say?
Somedays. [Holds breath]
I don’t even believe that.
Okay, I’m glad you talked to me. [Silent sigh]
And even gladder that it’s over.
Because now there’s someone to answer questions when I’m gone.