This past week hasn’t really been very healthy for him, he was
still is ill. A precise 15 minutes of inactivity invariably leads to uncontrollable coughing.
It’s an overreaction. Lately, everything’s been an overreaction. He needs to scale things down. Pack a bag, drive to the airport, catch a plane, sit on a beach sipping a beer.
He meant to say goodbye. His slimy, insensitive self couldn’t handle even that much.
And as far as he is concerned, their questions dont matter. He wouldn’t dream of confronting his problems. They keep him company on cold winter nights.
“Desperate!” Is that what you said you are?
He is offended.