[He nods mutely, running his palms over his jeans and sitting back in his seat. Sitting still seems out of reach, though, and the next instant he's shifting forward again, elbows on his knees.]
My-- [girlfriend, ex-girlfriend, first love, he doesn't know the right word to encompass everything that Allison Argent was except] friend died. I went home while you were out. And she died.
[He laces his fingers between his knees, because he can feel them start to quiver. He doesn't know if it's remembered adrenaline or guilt.]
spam.
My-- [girlfriend, ex-girlfriend, first love, he doesn't know the right word to encompass everything that Allison Argent was except] friend died. I went home while you were out. And she died.
[He laces his fingers between his knees, because he can feel them start to quiver. He doesn't know if it's remembered adrenaline or guilt.]